<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=115559" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Anticipation</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">How beautiful the earth is still,<br>To thee—how full of happiness?<br>How little fraught with real ill,<br>Or unreal phantoms of distress!<br>How spring can bring thee glory, yet,<br>And summer win thee to forget<br> December's sullen time!<br>Why dost thou hold the treasure fast,<br>Of youth's delight, when youth is past,<br> And thou art near thy prime?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">When those who were thy own compeers,<br>Equals in fortune and in years,<br>Have seen their morning melt in tears,<br> To clouded, smileless day;<br>Blest, had they died untried and young,<br>Before their hearts went wandering wrong,—<br>Poor slaves, subdued by passions strong,<br> A weak and helpless prey!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Because, I hoped while they enjoyed,<br>And by fulfilment, hope destroyed;<br>As children hope, with trustful breast,<br>I waited bliss—and cherished rest.<br>A thoughtful spirit taught me soon,<br>That we must long till life be done;</div><div style="margin:10px 0">That every phase of earthly joy<br>Must always fade, and always cloy:</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'This I foresaw—and would not chase<br> The fleeting treacheries;<br>But, with firm foot and tranquil face,<br>Held backward from that tempting race,<br>Gazed o'er the sands the waves efface,<br> To the enduring seas—<br>There cast my anchor of desire<br>Deep in unknown eternity;<br>Nor ever let my spirit tire,<br>With looking for what is to be!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">"It is hope's spell that glorifies,<br>Like youth, to my maturer eyes,<br>All Nature's million mysteries,<br> The fearful and the fair—<br>Hope soothes me in the griefs I know;<br>She lulls my pain for others' woe,<br>And makes me strong to undergo<br> What I am born to bear.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Glad comforter! will I not brave,<br>Unawed, the darkness of the grave?<br>Nay, smile to hear Death's billows rave—<br> Sustained, my guide, by thee?<br>The more unjust seems present fate,<br>The more my spirit swells elate,<br>Strong, in thy strength, to anticipate<br> Rewarding destiny!</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=115559" data-title="Anticipation de Emily Brontë" data-description="How beautiful the earth is still,/To thee—how full of happiness?/How little fraught with real ill,/Or unreal phantoms of distress!/How spring can bring thee glory, yet,/And summer win thee to forget/ December's sullen time!/Why dost thou hold th..."></div> </div> </div>

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