“Hope is the thing with feathersThat 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 stormThat could abash the little birdThat kept so many warm.I've heard it in the chilliest landAnd on the strangest sea;Yet, never, in extremity,It asked a crumb of me.”

American poet

Emily Dickinson was an American poet. She was largely unpublished and little known during her lifetime, but her work is now regarded as part of the literary canon. The Poetry Foundation describes her writing as creating a distinctively elliptical language for expressing what was possible but not yet realized. Her poems are often read for their compressed style and for the way they open up feeling, thought, and possibility with unusual precision.