「故事与诗歌」Hope Is the Thing with Feathers

Hope Is the Thing with Feathers

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 chilliest land-

And on the strangest sea-

Yet, never, in extremity,

It asked a crumb-of me.