Hope is the thing with feathers
That perches in the soul,
And sings the tune without the words,
And never stops at all.
The 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.
中文翻译
希望是鸟儿，
在人们心灵栖居，
唱着无词的歌儿，
永无止息。
心灵是甜蜜的避风港
只有猛烈的风暴，
才能威胁希望，
这慰藉心灵的小鸟。
它歌唱在最寒冷的地方
最陌生的海洋
纵然身处绝境，
也不索取分毫。