Hope is the Thing with Feathers

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 chilliest land
And on the strangest sea;
Yet, never, in extremity,
It asked a crumb of me.

By Emily Dickinson

need help with analysis

What class are you in, Gregory?

Perhaps these comments will help: [www.americanpoems.com] />

Les

And here:

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Note 'chilliest' above should read 'chillest'.

For extra credit, look up ballad meter, common meter, long meter and short meter. Then discuss their similarities/differences and shows which of Em's stanzas are in which form.

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