She dwelt in Possibility
A fairer House than Prose
More numerous of Windows
Superior for Doors
She sang the tune without the words
And never stopped at all
For hope is the thing with feathers
That perches in the soul
Because the future has just started
She dwelt in Possibility
A fairer House than Prose
More numerous of Windows
Superior for Doors
She sang the tune without the words
And never stopped at all
For hope is the thing with feathers
That perches in the soul