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.

希望是羽翼豐滿的鳥兒，

棲息在人們的靈魂里；

吟唱著沒有歌詞的曲調(diào)，

永遠(yuǎn)也不會(huì)歇息。

狂風(fēng)中它的歌聲最為甜蜜，

暴雨必然帶來痛苦；

暴風(fēng)雨會(huì)令小鳥窘困驚慌，

它卻留下如斯暖意。

在荒寒的陸地聽到歌聲，

也不排除最陌生的海域；

但它縱然身處絕境，

也不索取一分毫厘。