Hope is the thing with feathers
By Emily Dickinson
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 in the storm
That could abash the little bird
That kept so many warm
I've heard it in the chillest land
And on the strangest sea
Yet, never, in extremity
It asked a crumb of me
希望若玄鸟
灵魂深处栖
鸟语人莫识
歌吟不止息
风中鸣欢乐
雨里唱忧郁
风雨凄凄夜
声声沁心底
朔方寒刺骨
瀚海百丈冰
天涯海角处
未闻乞食声
