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 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.

艾米莉·狄金森

希望是長著翅膀的鳥兒，

棲居在人們的靈魂之中，

吟唱著沒有歌詞的曲調，

永無止息。

在風暴中她的歌聲最為甜美，

風暴必然會帶來痛苦，

風暴會令小鳥窘困驚慌，

它卻留給我們如斯溫暖。

我已在最荒涼的陸地上聽到過它的歌唱，

也在最陌生的海洋中聽到，

但它縱然身處絕境，

也不向我索取分毫。