""Hope" is the thing with feathers" by: Emily Dickinson is a poem describing how hope is a bird, and it sings without one pause. How it doesn't say words but just sings a tune. The song hope sounds sweetest in the Gale. It would take a terrifying storm to ever shame the little bird, that kept many warm. The poet says she has seen it in the chillest land and on the strangest sea, yet never in any extreme condition has it asked anything from her.