PLEASE HURRY!
Read "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.

The speaker in the poem compares hope to a bird that

comforts her without asking for things.
warns her when danger is approaching.
is a pet and is difficult to take care of.
is easily frightened by bad weather.