Ask Meta Ai Today: Poem of The Day
Here's a poem for you:
"Hope" by Emily Dickinson
Hope is the Thing with Feathers—
That Perches in our 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.
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