<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=115633" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Visionary</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Silent is the house: all are laid asleep:<br>One alone looks out o'er the snow-wreaths deep,<br>Watching every cloud, dreading every breeze<br>That whirls the wildering drift, and bends the groaning trees.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Cheerful is the hearth, soft the matted floor;<br>Not one shivering gust creeps through pane or door;<br>The little lamp burns straight, its rays shoot strong and far:<br>I trim it well, to be the wanderer's guiding-star.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Frown, my haughty sire! chide, my angry dame!<br>Set your slaves to spy; threaten me with shame:<br>But neither sire nor dame, nor prying serf shall know,<br>What angel nightly tracks that waste of frozen snow.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">What I love shall come like visitant of air,<br>Safe in secret power from lurking human snare;<br>What loves me, no word of mine shall e'er betray,<br>Though for faith unstained my life must forfeit pay.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Burn, then, little lamp; glimmer straight and clear—<br>Hush! a rustling wing stirs, methinks, the air:<br>He for whom I wait, thus ever comes to me;<br>Strange Power! I trust thy might; trust thou my constancy.</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> <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=115633" data-title="The Visionary de Emily Brontë" data-description="Silent is the house: all are laid asleep:/One alone looks out o'er the snow-wreaths deep,/Watching every cloud, dreading every breeze/That whirls the wildering drift, and bends the groaning trees./Cheerful is the hearth, soft the matted floor;/Not..."></div> </div> </div>

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