“希望”是个长羽毛的东西

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“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 chilliest land —

And on the strangest Sea —

Yet — never — in Extremity，

It asked a crumb — of me.

“希望”是个长羽毛的东西——

它在灵魂里栖息——

唱着没有歌词的曲子——

永远不会——完毕——

最美的歌——在狂风中——听到——

那场风雨一定凶猛——

那温暖可人的小鸟

能被它吹打得发愣——

在最严寒的陆地，在最陌生的海洋——

我都听到过它的声音——

但就是在饥寒交迫的绝境，

它从未向我讨要过——一点食品。（剩余0字）