春天来了，为自己和爱的人读首诗吧

“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.

希望，长着羽毛
栖息在灵魂里
它唱着无字的歌
一刻，都不停息

那暖了无数心的小鸟
或许会挣扎于，风暴
可那风暴必定也疲惫
风中传来那旋律，多美妙

极寒苦地，我曾听到它
诡异海域，我也听到它
然而，无论何种绝境险遇
它对我从无，丝毫索取

中文翻译摘自：https://www.jianshu.com/u/6056587c1659 （Li_Xuemei老师）