From the Book - 1st pbk. ed.
Hope is the thing with feathers --
It's all I have to bring today --
I started early, took my dog --
I'm nobody! Who are you? --
I hide myself within my flower --
I dwell in possibility --
Will there really be a morning? --
I'll tell you how the sun rose --
She sweeps with many-colored brooms --
I know some lonely houses off the road --
Moon was but a chin of gold --
Pink, small, and punctual --
I like to see it lap the miles --
Fuzzy fellow without feet --
It sifts from leaden sieves --
Narrow fellow in the grass --
Bee, I'm expecting you! --
Grass so little has to do --
Bird came down the walk --
Bee is not afraid of me --
Soft sea washed around the house --
To make a prairie it takes a clover and one bee --
Forbidden fruit a flavor has --
Wind begun to rock the grass --
Morns are meeker than they were --
I have not told my garden yet --
There is no frigate like a book --
If I can stop one heart from breaking --
Hope is the thing with feathers --
It's all I have to bring today --
I started early, took my dog --
I'm nobody! Who are you? --
I hide myself within my flower --
I dwell in possibility --
Will there really be a morning? --
I'll tell you how the sun rose --
She sweeps with many colored brooms.
I know some lonely houses off the road --
Moon was but a chin of gold --
Pink, small, and punctual --
I like to see it lap the miles --
Fuzzy fellow without feet --
It sifts from leaden sieves --
Narrow fellow in the grass.
Bee, I'm expecting you! --
Grass so little has to do --
Bird come down and walk --
Bee is not afraid of me --
Soft sea washed around the house --
To make a prairie it takes a clover and one bee --
Forbidden fruit a flavor has.
Wind begun to rock the grass --
Morns are meeker than they were --
I have not told my garden yet --
There is no frigate like a book --
If I can stop one heart from breaking --
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