61 Hope Is the Thing with Feathers
希望是鸟儿
Hope" is the thing with feathers—
在人们心灵栖居，
That perches in the soul—
唱着无词的歌儿，
And sings the tune without the words—
永无止息。
And never stops—at all—
心灵是甜蜜的避风港
And sweetest — in the Gale— is heart—
只有猛烈的风暴，
And sore must be the storm—
才能威胁希望，
That could abash the little bird—
这慰藉心灵的小鸟。
That kept so many warm—
它歌唱在最寒冷的地方
I've heard it in the chilliest land—
最陌生的海洋
And on the strangest Sea—
纵然身处绝境，
Yet, never, in Extremity,
也不索取分毫。