Hope is the thing with feathers
希望是鸟儿

"Hope" is the thing with feathers—
That perches¹ in the soul—
And sings the tune² without the words—
And never stops—at all—

And sweetest — in the Gale— is heart—
And sore must be the storm—
That could abash³ the little bird—
That kept so many warm—

I've heard it in the chilliest⁴ land—
And on the strangest Sea—
Yet, never, in Extremity,
It asked a crumb⁵ — of me.

希望是鸟儿，
在人们心灵栖居，
唱着无词的歌儿，
永无止息。

心灵是甜蜜的避风港
只有猛烈的风暴，
才能威胁希望，
这慰藉心灵的小鸟。

它歌唱在最寒冷的地方
最陌生的海洋
纵然身处绝境，
也不索取分毫。

爱米莉·狄更生（1830.12.10 ~1886.05.15）