You left me - Sire - two Legacies A Legacy of Love A Heavenly Father Had He the offer of - You left me Boundaries of Pain - Capacious as the Sea - B… - 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 chilliest land
And on the strangest sea;
Yet, never, in extremity,
It asked a crumb of me.

It’s such a little thing to weep -
So short a thing to sigh -
And yet - by Trades - the size of these
We men and women die!

They dropped like flakes, they dropped like stars,
Like petals from a rose,
When suddenly across the lune
A wind with fingers goes.

They perished in the seamless grass,
No eye could find the place;
But God on his repealless list
Can summon every face