The Duties of the Wind are Few

The duties of the Wind are few-
To cast the Ships at sea,
Establish March,
The Floods escort,
And usher Liberty.

 Hope

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.

May-Flower

Pink, small, and punctual,
Aromatic, low,
Covert in April,
Candid in May,

Dear to the moss,
Known by the knoll,
Next to the robin
In every human soul.

Bold little beauty,
Bedecked with thee,
Nature forswears
Antiquity.

Poems by Emily Dickinson

Image credit: (Public domain via wikipedia) cover of the first edition of Dickinson’s poems, published in 1890.Higginson, appeared in November 1890.