“Hope is the thing with feathers”

cf. newspaper ad illustration and photograph by Florian Klauer (edited)

“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.

–Emily Dickinson

Late at night when the wind is still
I’ll come flying through your door
And you’ll know what love is for
I’m a bluebird…