Read the poem "‘Hope’ is the thing with feathers -” by Emily Dickinson.Line 4"Hope” is the thing with feathers - That perches in the soul - And sings the tune without the words -And never stops - at all -8And sweetest - in the Gale - is heard - And sore must be the storm -That could abash the little BirdThat kept so many warm -12I’ve heard it in the chillest land - And on the strangest Sea - Yet - never - in Extremity,It asked a crumb - of me.