read the poem carefully and then  translate it or write  down your feeling to gain the score

Hope  is the thing with feathers

"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 chilliest land

And on the strangest Sea

Yet, never, in Extremity,

It asked a crumb -- of Me.