Emily submitted this tattoo, and said: “I got this as a Christmas present this year and was sad to see that someone else on your blog has the same verse!”
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 chillest land,
And on the strangest sea;
Yet, never, in extremity,
It asked a crumb of me.
— Hope is the Thing With Feathers by Emily Dickinson