Great poetry of Emily Bronte
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Poem by Emily Bronte

Me thinks this heart should rest awhile

So stilly round the evening falls

The veiled sun sheds no parting smile

Nor mirth nor music wakes my Halls

I have sat lonely all the day

Watching the drizzly mist descend

And first conceal the hills in grey

And then along the valleys wend

And I have sat and watched the trees

And the sad flowers how drear they blow

Those flowers were formed to feel the breeze

Wave their light leaves in summer’s glow

Yet their lives passed in gloomy woe

And hopeless comes its dark decline

And I lament because I know

That cold departure pictures mine

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