詩人Emily Dickinson說：

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.

希望長著羽毛

棲在靈魂裡，

唱著無詞的樂曲，

從來不停息。

風越大歌越甜；

尋常的風暴

休想嚇倒這隻

溫暖眾生的小鳥。