Hope 希望

　　Emily Bronte艾米莉 勃朗特

　　Hope was but a timid friend,希望只是个羞怯的友伴。

　　She sat without the grated den,她坐在我的囚牢之外，

　　Watching how my fate would tend,以自私者的冷眼旁观

　　Even as selfish-hearted men.观察我的命运的好歹。

　　She was cruel in her fear,她因胆怯而如此冷酷。

　　Through the bars one weary day,郁闷的一天，我透过铁栏，

　　I looked out to see her there,想看到我的希望的面目，

　　And she turned her face away!却见她立即背转了脸!

　　Like a false guard, false watch keeping,像一个假看守在假意监视，

　　Still in strife, she whispered peace;一面敌对一面又暗示和平;

　　She would sing while I was weeping,当我哀泣时她吟唱歌词，

　　If I listened, she would cease.当我静听她却噤口无声。

　　False she was, and unrelenting; 她心如铁石而且虚假。

　　When my last joys strewed the ground,当我最后的欢乐落满地，

　　Even Sorrow saw, repenting,见此悲惨的遗物四处抛撒，

　　Those sad relics scattered round;就连“哀愁”也遗憾不已

　　Those days. Those people, Those poems,而希望，她本来能悄悄耳语

　　Balm to all my frenzied pain,为痛苦欲狂者搽膏止痛，

　　Stretched her wings,and soared to heaven,却伸展双翼向天堂飞去，

　　Went, and ne'er eturned again!一去不回，从此不见影踪。