I've heard it in the chillest land

What is this life if, full of care,
We have no time to stop and stare?

No time to stand beneath the boughs
And stare as long as sheep or cows.

from Leisure by W.H.Davies

I've heard it in the chillest land
And on the strangest Sea -
Yet, never, in Extremity,
It asked a crumb of Me.

by Emily Dickinson on Hope