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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=115517" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Presentiment</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">"Sister, you've sat there all the day,<br>Come to the hearth awhile;<br>The wind so wildly sweeps away,<br>The clouds so darkly pile.<br>That open book has lain, unread,<br>For hours upon your knee;<br>You've never smiled nor turned your head;<br>What can you, sister, see?"</div><div style="margin:10px 0">"Come hither, Jane, look down the field;<br>How dense a mist creeps on!<br>The path, the hedge, are both concealed,<br>Ev'n the white gate is gone<br>No landscape through the fog I trace,<br>No hill with pastures green;<br>All featureless is Nature's face.<br>All masked in clouds her mien.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">"Scarce is the rustle of a leaf<br>Heard in our garden now;<br>The year grows old, its days wax brief,<br>The tresses leave its brow.<br>The rain drives fast before the wind,<br>The sky is blank and grey;<br>O Jane, what sadness fills the mind<br>On such a dreary day!"</div><div style="margin:10px 0">"You think too much, my sister dear;<br>You sit too long alone;<br>What though November days be drear?<br>Full soon will they be gone.<br>I've swept the hearth, and placed your chair,.<br>Come, Emma, sit by me;<br>Our own fireside is never drear,<br>Though late and wintry wane the year,<br>Though rough the night may be."</div><div style="margin:10px 0">"The peaceful glow of our fireside<br>Imparts no peace to me:<br>My thoughts would rather wander wide<br>Than rest, dear Jane, with thee.<br>I'm on a distant journey bound,<br>And if, about my heart,<br>Too closely kindred ties were bound,<br>'Twould break when forced to part.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">"'Soon will November days be o'er:'<br>Well have you spoken, Jane:<br>My own forebodings tell me more--<br>For me, I know by presage sure,<br>They'll ne'er return again.<br>Ere long, nor sun nor storm to me<br>Will bring or joy or gloom;<br>They reach not that Eternity<br>Which soon will be my home."</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Eight months are gone, the summer sun<br>Sets in a glorious sky;<br>A quiet field, all green and lone,<br>Receives its rosy dye.<br>Jane sits upon a shaded stile,<br>Alone she sits there now;<br>Her head rests on her hand the while,<br>And thought o'ercasts her brow.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">She's thinking of one winter's day,<br>A few short months ago,<br>Then Emma's bier was borne away<br>O'er wastes of frozen snow.<br>She's thinking how that drifted snow<br>Dissolved in spring's first gleam,<br>And how her sister's memory now<br>Fades, even as fades a dream.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The snow will whiten earth again,<br>But Emma comes no more;<br>She left, 'mid winter's sleet and rain,<br>This world for Heaven's far shore.<br>On Beulah's hills she wanders now,<br>On Eden's tranquil plain;<br>To her shall Jane hereafter go,<br>She ne'er shall come to Jane!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Charlotte+Bront%C3%AB">Charlotte Brontë</a> from <i>Poems by Currer, Ellis, and Acton Bell</i><div class=q>
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