From the recordings Rowan Pierce, Soprano and American Lyrics

This is one of the best-known poems by Emily Dickinson, in which she likens hope to a feathered bird perched in the soul of every human soul. Hope sings in your soul, even when times are tough.
It was written in 1862.
See the poem here -


“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.