"Hope" (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.
希望 (狄金森)
" 希望" 是物長著羽毛
寄居在靈魂裏，
唱著沒有詞的曲調，
絕無絲毫停息，
微風吹送最為甘甜
暴雨致痛無疑
能夠使得小鳥不安
保有此多暖意。
聽它越過奇妙大海
飛遍嚴寒田地
可它不要我面包屑
哪怕饑餓至極。