Quote
"Hope" is the thing with feathers / That perches in the soul / And sings the tune without the words / And never stops at all.
Note
Dickinson portrays hope as a gentle, persistent presence—like a bird quietly singing within us. It asks for nothing in return and never ceases, even in difficulty. This image invites us to recognize that hope is not a grand external promise but a quiet inner companion, always available, wordlessly sustaining us through life's storms.