Question

I need help plz on how to rewrite this poem using todays language.

"Hope" is the Thing with Feathers
"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.

Answer 1

wingspaninson's language here is still quite modern. But after a few changes, how's this?

Hope is the thing with feathers
That perches in the soul
And sings it's tune to others
And never stops at all,

The sweetest of it's tune is heard;
And severe must be the storm
That could disturb the little bird
That kept so many warm.

I've heard it's song in the coldest land
And on the strangest sea,
Yet never, in the worst of cases,
It asked a crumb of me.