Little Things That Bring A Smile

Two of my favorite little poems, by Emily Dickenson.

Because, that's why.

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;	5
And sore must be the storm
That could abash the little bird
That kept so many warm.
I ’ve heard it in the chillest land,
And on the strangest sea;	10
Yet, never, in extremity,
It asked a crumb of me. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ I ’M nobody! Who are you? Are you nobody, too? Then there ’s a pair of us—don’t tell! They ’d banish us, you know.    How dreary to be somebody!         5 How public, like a frog To tell your name the livelong day To an admiring bog!

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Have you a beloved verse?  Which one(s), and by whom?