Hope Is the Thing with Feathers 希望长着翅膀

　　Hope Is the Thing with Feathers 　　By 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. 　　【参考译文】 　　希望长着翅膀 　　栖息在灵魂里， 　　唱着一首没有歌词的曲调， 　　永不停息， 　　疾风中听来最为甜蜜； 　　曾让多少人感到温馨 　　那暴雨该有多么剧烈 　　才能让小鸟彷徨局促。 　　在严寒的国度，在陌生的海上， 　　我都能听到它在歌唱； 　　可无论环境多么艰险， 　　它从未向我索取，哪怕一丝报偿。