Hope Is the Thing with Feathers 希望是长着翅膀的鸟儿

——艾米莉·狄金森

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.

希望是长着翅膀的鸟儿，

栖居在人们的灵魂之中，

吟唱着没有歌词的曲调，

永无止息。（剩余188字）