Emily Dickinson, ‘“Hope” is the thing with feathers’.

 ‘Hope’ is the thing with feathers –

That perches in the soul –
And sings the tune without the words –
And never stops – at all …

Again rejoicing Nature sees

 

Again rejoicing Nature sees
Her robe assume its vernal hues,
Her leafy locks wave in the breeze,
All freshly steep'd in morning dews.
–Robert Burns (1759–96)