On Emily Dickinson’s Poem, Hope.
The second verse of Hope,
Could not remember it.
Bravery in storms at night?
Fierce in face of foe?
Tried to get it for a while,
My brain curving.
No.
When I looked it up,
Revelation dawned.
The sweetest and the meekest,
Can accomplish more.
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