希望是长着羽毛的小鸟

艾米莉•狄金森

Hope is the thing with feathers

希望是长着羽毛的小鸟

That perches in the soul

栖身于灵魂故里

And sings the tune without the words

它哼着没有歌词的小曲儿

And never stops at all

永不停息

And sweetest in the gale is heard

它在狂风中歌唱着快乐

And sore must be the storm

在暴雨里领略着险恶

That could abash the little bird

猛烈的暴风雨让它品尝着不安

That kept so many warm

而它还是感到几多温暖

Ive heard it in the chilliest land

我听到它鸣唱于最寒冷的陆地

And on the strangest sea

或者在最陌生的海洋

Yet, never, in extremity

即使陷入绝境

It asked a crumb of me

也未曾向我讨要一点儿口粮

（摇曳生香摘）