For those living through the Hurricane Sandy …
Hope is the thing with feathers –
That perches in the soul –
And sings the tune without the words –
And never stops – at all.
And sweetest – in the gale – is heard –
And sore must be the storm –
That could abash the little Bird
That kept so many warm.
I’ve heard it in the chillest land –
And on the strangest Sea –
Yet – never – in Extremity,
It asked a crumb – of me.