The Emily Dickinson family home in Amherst, MA, where she spent most of her life.
“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.
[35mm shot with my Canon EOS Rebel 2000. Click here to see all the posts from this New England road trip.]