Hope Is a With Feathers
Hope is a thing with feathers
That perches in the soul
And sings a tune without 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
Thar keeps so many warm
I've heard it in the chilliest land
And on the strangest sea
Yet,never,in extremity
Itasks a crumb of me
希望是鸟儿,
在人们心灵栖居,
唱着无词的歌儿,
永无止息。