Question

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

what is the metaphor


and what is the comparison

Answer 1

The metaphor is and sore must be the storm
The comparison is store and storm

Answer 2

The metaphor is " And sore must be the storm"

The comparison is storm and sore which is hurt

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