<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=115558" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Song</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">The linnet in the rocky dells,<br> The moor-lark in the air,<br>The bee among the heather bells<br> That hide my lady fair:</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The wild deer browse above her breast;<br> The wild birds raise their brood;<br>And they, her smiles of love caressed,<br> Have left her solitude!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I ween, that when the grave's dark wall<br> Did first her form retain,<br>They thought their hearts could ne'er recall<br> The light of joy again.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">They thought the tide of grief would flow<br> Unchecked through future years;<br>But where is all their anguish now,<br> And where are all their tears?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Well, let them fight for honour's breath,<br> Or pleasure's shade pursue—<br>The dweller in the land of death<br> Is changed and careless too.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And, if their eyes should watch and weep<br> Till sorrow's source were dry,<br>She would not, in her tranquil sleep,<br> Return a single sigh!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Blow, west-wind, by the lonely mound,<br> And murmur, summer-streams—<br>There is no need of other sound<br> To soothe my lady's dreams.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Emily+Bront%C3%AB">Emily Brontë</a> from <i>Poems by Currer, Ellis, and Acton Bell</i><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=115558" data-title="Song de Emily Brontë" data-description="The linnet in the rocky dells,/ The moor-lark in the air,/The bee among the heather bells/ That hide my lady fair:/The wild deer browse above her breast;/ The wild birds raise their brood;/And they, her smiles of love caressed,/ Have left her soli..."></div> </div> </div>

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