Hope is the thing with feathers

狄金森以小鸟喻希望，栖于灵魂之中，不借词句而歌，风雨愈烈歌声愈甜。纵在最寒之地、最远之海，希望从未索取分毫。此诗取自一八九一年《诗二集》，是诗人最温暖明朗的一篇。

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.