Here is a poem by Emily Jane Bronte:
Sympathy
There should be no despair for you
While nightly stars are burning;
While evening pours its silent dew,
And sunshine gilds the morning.
There should be no despair—though tears
May flow down like a river:
Are not the best beloved of years
Around your heart for ever?
They weep, you weep, it must be so;
Winds sigh as you are sighing,
And winter sheds its grief in snow
Where Autumn's leaves are lying:
Yet, these revive, and from their fate
Your fate cannot be parted:
Then, journey on, if not elate,
Still, NEVER broken-hearted!
Saturday, March 06, 2010
Wednesday, March 03, 2010
The Musings
That beaming smile,
that is so rare
you shared with me,
stuck to my skin
So unexpected
caught my eye
and I felt my own
grow and grow.
that is so rare
you shared with me,
stuck to my skin
So unexpected
caught my eye
and I felt my own
grow and grow.
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