Hope is the thing with feathers

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 heart—

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.

------Emily Dickinson

希望是鳥兒

希望是鳥兒，

在人們心靈棲居，

唱著無詞的歌兒，

永無止息。

心靈是甜蜜的避風港

只有猛烈的風暴，

才能威脅希望，

這慰藉心靈的小鳥。

它歌唱在最寒冷的地方

最陌生的海洋

縱然身處絕境，

也不索取分毫。

----愛米莉·狄更生