Hope“ is the thing with feathers
希望是长着羽毛的生灵
”Hope“ is the thing with feathers
That perches in the soul
And sings the tune without the words
And never stops -- at all
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
希望是长着羽毛的
