<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=115708" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Gloomily the Clouds</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Gloomily the clouds are sailing<br>O'er the dimly moonlit sky;<br>Dolefully the wind is wailing;<br>Not another sound is nigh;<br>Only I can hear it sweeping<br>Heathclad hill and woodland dale,<br>And at times the nights's sad weeping<br>Sounds above its dying wail.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Now the struggling moonbeams glimmer;<br>Now the shadows deeper fall,<br>Till the dim light, waxing dimmer,<br>Scarce reveals yon stately hall.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">All beneath its roof are sleeping;<br>Such a silence reigns around<br>I can hear the cold rain steeping<br>Dripping roof and plashy ground.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">No: not all are wrapped in slumber;<br>At yon chamber window stands<br>One whose years can scarce outnumber<br>The tears that dew his clasped hands.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">From the open casement bending<br>He surveys the murky skies,<br>Dreary sighs his bosom rending;<br>Hot tears gushing from his eyes.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Now that Autumn's charms are dying,<br>Summer's glories long since gone,<br>Faded leaves on damp earth lying,<br>Hoary winter striding on, --</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Tis no marvel skies are lowering,<br>Winds are moaning thus around,<br>And cold rain, with ceaseless pouring,<br>Swells the streams and swamps the ground;</div><div style="margin:10px 0">But such wild, such bitter grieving<br>Fits not slender boys like thee;<br>Such deep sighs should not be heaving<br>Breasts so young as thine must be.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Life with thee is only springing;<br>Summer in thy pathway lies;<br>Every day is nearer bringing<br>June's bright flowers and glowing skies.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Ah, he sees no brighter morrow!<br>He is not too young to prove<br>All the pain and all the sorrow<br>That attend the steps of love.</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=115708" data-title="Gloomily the Clouds de Anne Brontë" data-description="Gloomily the clouds are sailing/O'er the dimly moonlit sky;/Dolefully the wind is wailing;/Not another sound is nigh;/Only I can hear it sweeping/Heathclad hill and woodland dale,/And at times the nights's sad weeping/Sounds above its dying wail./..."></div> </div> </div>

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