Ask Meta Ai Today: Poem of The Day
#AskMetaAi 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. Would you like me to share another poem or provide more information about this one?