名人诗歌|HOPE

Hope Was but a timid friend； She sat without the grated den^{1, Watching how my fate would tend, Even as selfish-hearted men.}

She was cruel in her fear； Through the bars one dreary^{2 day, I looked out to see her there, And she turned her face away！}

Like a false guard, false watch keeping, Still, in strife^{3, she whispered peace； She would sing while I was weeping； If I listened, she would cease.}

False she was, and unrelenting； When my last joys strewed^{4 the ground, Even Sorrow saw, repenting5, Those sad relics6 scattered7 round；}

Hope, whose whisper would have given Balm to all my frenzied^{8 pain, Stretched her wings, and soared to heaven, Went, and ne'er returned again！}