<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=115705" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Captive's Dream</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Methought I saw him but I knew him not;<br>He was so changed from what he used to be,<br>There was no redness on his woe-worn cheek,<br>No sunny smile upon his ashy lips,<br>His hollow wandering eyes looked wild and fierce,<br>And grief was printed on his marble brow,<br>And O I thought he clasped his wasted hands,<br>And raised his haggard eyes to Heaven, and prayed<br>That he might die - I had no power to speak,<br>I thought I was allowed to see him thus;<br>And yet I might not speak one single word;<br>I might not even tell him that I lived<br>And that it might be possible if search were made,<br>To find out where I was and set me free,<br>O how I longed to clasp him to my heart,<br>Or but to hold his trembling hand in mine,<br>And speak one word of comfort to his mind,<br>I struggled wildly but it was in vain,<br>I could not rise from my dark dungeon floor,<br>And the dear name I vainly strove to speak,<br>Died in a voiceless whisper on my tongue,<br>Then I awoke, and lo it was a dream!<br>A dream? Alas it was reality!<br>For well I know wherever he may be<br>He mourns me thus - O heaven I could bear<br>My deadly fate with calmness if there were<br>No kindred hearts to bleed and break for me!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Anne+Bront%C3%AB">Anne Brontë</a><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=115705" data-title="The Captive's Dream de Anne Brontë" data-description="Methought I saw him but I knew him not;/He was so changed from what he used to be,/There was no redness on his woe-worn cheek,/No sunny smile upon his ashy lips,/His hollow wandering eyes looked wild and fierce,/And grief was printed on his marble..."></div> </div> </div>

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