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The SSC8 Poetry Challenge is about choosing any Emily Dickinson poem and turning it into song.

But I wanted to do something different, so I picked not one but TWO of her poems,
which I think complement and contrast one another very well.

The poems are "Hope Is the Thing with Feathers" and "The Saddest Noise, the Sweetest Noise"

Enjoy!
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[Verse 1: Hope]
Hope is the thing with feathers
That perches in the soul
And sings the tune without the words
And never stops--at all.

[Break]

[Anti-verse 1: Tristan]
The saddest noise, the sweetest noise,
The maddest noise that grows,
The birds, they make it in the spring,
At night’s delicious close.

[Instrumental]

[Verse 2: Hope]
And sweetest--in the gale--is heard
And sore must be the storm
That could abash the little bird
That kept so many warm

[Break]

[Anti-verse 2: Tristan]
It makes us think of all the dead
That sauntered with us here,
By separation’s sorcery
Made cruelly more dear.

[Instrumental]

[Verse 3: Hope]
I've heard it in the chillest land
And on the strangest sea
Yet, never, in extremity
It asked a crumb of me.

[Anti-verse 3: Tristan]
It makes us think of what we had,
And what we now deplore.
We almost wish those siren throats
[Hope & Tristan together]
Would go and sing no more.

[Instrumental outro]