Answer:
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.
Which is true about this poem? Select 3 options.
This poem contains an extended metaphor.
This poem is a tribute to a small bird.
This poem directly compares unlike things.
This poem compares a feeling to an animal.
This poem uses similes to compare objects.
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