Hope Is the Thing Feathers-Solveig Slettahjell

[00:19.000]Hope is the thing with feathers [00:26.000]That perches in the soul, [00:35.000]And sings the tune--without the words, [00:43.000]And never stops at all, [00:51.000]And sweetest in the gale is heard; [01:01.000]And sore must be the storm [01:10.000]That could abash the little bird [01:19.000]That kept so many warm. [02:03.000]I've heard it in the chillest land, [02:12.000]And on the strangest sea; [02:20.000]Yet, never, in extremity, [02:30.000]It asked a crumb of me.