"Counting Stars," by One Republic

Counting Stars

"Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening," by Robert Frost

Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening

 

1              Whose woods these are I think I know.

2              His house is in the village though;

3              He will not see me stopping here

4              To watch his woods fill up with snow

5              My little horse must think it queer

6              To stop without a farmhouse near

7              Between the woods and frozen lake

8              The darkest evening of the year.

9              He gives his harness bells a shake

10           To ask if there is some mistake.

11           The only other sound’s the sweet

12           Of easy wind and downy flake

 

13           The woods are lovely, dark and deep.

14           But I have promises to keep,

15           And miles to go before I sleep,

16           And miles to go before I sleep.

-Robert Frost

"Hope Is the Thing with Feathers," by Emily Dickinson

Hope Is the Thing with Feathers                            

1          Hope is the thing with feathers
2          That perches in the soul,
3          And sings the tune without the words,
4          And never stops at all,

5          And sweetest in the gale is heard;
6          And sore must be the storm
7          That could abash the little bird
8          That kept so many warm.

9          I've heard it in the chilliest land,
10        And on the strangest sea;
11        Yet, never, in extremity,
12        It asked a crumb of me.

- Emily Dickinson