Hope Poem by Emily Dickinson Plaque

This tabletop plaque has a beautiful image of a robin sitting on a tree branch with a blurred blue and yellow background, and a poem about hope by Emily Dickinson: 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. In this poem, Dickinson describes "hope" as a bird - something that does not disappear when the "storm" gets worse and its song continues despite the hardship.