To love is so startling it leaves little time for anything else. Dogs are better than human beings because they know but do not tell. Hope is the thing with feathers- That perches in the soul- And sings the tunes without the words- And never stops- at all. I measure every grief I meet with narrow, probing eyes - I wonder if it weighs like mine - or has an easier size. I confess that I love him, I rejoice that I love him, I thank the maker of Heaven and Earth that gave him to me. The exultation floods me. Hope is the thing with feathers, that perches in the soul, and sings the tune without words, and never stops at all. Finite to fail, but infinite to venture. Find ecstasy in life; the mere sense of living is joy enough. If I feel physically as if the top of my head were taken off, I know that is poetry. Dwell in possibility. | 
