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.
–"Hope is the thing with feathers,"
Emily Dickinson
Use the word choice in this poem to answer the questions.

What is the mood of the poem?
What words help create the mood?
What is the poem’s tone?
What words help convey the tone?