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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=115620" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>A Little While, a Little While</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">A LITTLE while, a little while,<br> The weary task is put away,<br>And I can sing and I can smile,<br> Alike, while I have holiday.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Where wilt thou go, my harassed heart—<br> What thought, what scene invites thee now<br>What spot, or near or far apart,<br> Has rest for thee, my weary brow?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">There is a spot, 'mid barren hills,<br> Where winter howls, and driving rain;<br>But, if the dreary tempest chills,<br> There is a light that warms again.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The house is old, the trees are bare,<br> Moonless above bends twilight's dome;<br>But what on earth is half so dear—<br> So longed for—as the hearth of home?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The mute bird sitting on the stone,<br> The dank moss dripping from the wall,<br>The thorn-trees gaunt, the walks o'ergrown,<br> I love them—how I love them all!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Still, as I mused, the naked room,<br> The alien firelight died away;<br>And from the midst of cheerless gloom,<br> I passed to bright, unclouded day.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">A little and a lone green lane<br> That opened on a common wide;<br>A distant, dreamy, dim blue chain<br> Of mountains circling every side.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">A heaven so clear, an earth so calm,<br> So sweet, so soft, so hushed an air;<br>And, deepening still the dream-like charm,<br> Wild moor-sheep feeding everywhere.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">That was the scene, I knew it well;<br> I knew the turfy pathway's sweep,<br>That, winding o'er each billowy swell,<br> Marked out the tracks of wandering sheep.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Could I have lingered but an hour,<br> It well had paid a week of toil;<br>But Truth has banished Fancy's power:<br> Restraint and heavy task recoil.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Even as I stood with raptured eye,<br> Absorbed in bliss so deep and dear,<br>My hour of rest had fleeted by,<br> And back came labour, bondage, care.</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>Selections from the literary remains of Emily and Anne Brontë</i><div class=q>
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