艾米莉·迪金森

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 chilliest land,

And on the strangest sea;

Yet,never,in extremity,

It asked a crumb of me.

希望是羽翼丰满的鸟儿，

栖息在人们的灵魂里；

吟唱着没有歌词的曲调，

永远也不会歇息。

狂风中它的歌声最为甜蜜，

暴雨必然带来痛苦；

暴风雨会令小鸟窘困惊慌，

它却留下如斯暖意。

在荒寒的陆地听到歌声，

也不排除最陌生的海域；

但它纵然身处绝境，

也不索取一分毫厘。