NEED HELP ASAP 60 POINTS"Hope" is the thing with feathers 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.​