Hope is the Thing With Feathers (口白) - Julie Harris-歌词

Hope is the Thing With Feathers (口白) - Julie Harris

Lyrics by：Emily Dickinson

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