Answer:
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.
Explanation:
We frequently read story books.
2 lines:
"But she saw beyond that bitter moment..."
"Free! Body and soul free!..."
Could you explain a little more clearer please?
