#1 英诗汉译 Hope
Hope
Emily Dickinson（1830~1866）
“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.
后璞
后璞身披栖息于灵魂之羽翼，
吟咏那无字天籁，
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