“A great hope fellYou heard no noiseThe ruin was within.”

“Hope is the thing with feathersThat 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 stormThat could abash the little birdThat kept so many warm.I've heard it in the chilliest landAnd on the strangest sea;Yet, never, in extremity,It asked a crumb of me.”

“I HIDE myself within my flowerThat wearing on your breast,You, unsuspecting, wear me too—And angels know the rest.I hide myself within my flower,That, fading from your vase,You, unsuspecting, feel for meAlmost a loneliness...”

“Write me of hope and love, and hearts that endured.”

“I have been bent and broken, but -I hope- into a better shape.”

“I hope you love birds too. It is economical. It saves going to heaven.”

“I hope your rambles have been sweet, and your reveries spacious”