(45-47)
Hope is the thing with feathers.
That sits in the soul,
And sings the tune without the words,
And never stops at all.
And sweetest in the wind is heard；
And sore must be the storm
That could scare the little bird
That kept so many warm.
I've heard it in the chilliest land,
And on the strangest sea；
Yet, never, in extremity,
It asked a crumb of me.
~adapted from Emily Dickson~
*feather 羽毛 chilly 寒冷的 extremity 逆境 crumb 麵包屑；糕餅渣
【題組】45. What does Emily describe “Hope” as?
(A) Sea
(B) Land
(C) plane
(D) Bird