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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=115724" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Verses by Lady Geralda</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Why, when I hear the stormy breath<br>Of the wild winter wind<br>Rushing o'er the mountain heath,<br>Does sadness fill my mind?<br>For long ago I loved to lie<br>Upon the pathless moor,<br>To hear the wild wind rushing by<br>With never ceasing roar;</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Its sound was music then to me;<br>Its wild and lofty voice<br>Made by heart beat exultingly<br>And my whole soul rejoice.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">But now, how different is the sound?<br>It takes another tone,<br>And howls along the barren ground<br>With melancholy moan.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Why does the warm light of the sun<br>No longer cheer my eyes?<br>And why is all the beauty gone<br>From rosy morning skies?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Beneath this lone and dreary hill<br>There is a lovely vale;<br>The purling of a crystal rill,<br>The sighing of the gale,</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The sweet voice of the singing bird,<br>The wind among the trees,<br>Are ever in that valley heard;<br>While every passing breeze</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Is loaded with the pleasant scent<br>Of wild and lovely flowers.<br>To yonder vales I often went<br>To pass my evening hours.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Last evening when I wandered there<br>To soothe my weary heart,<br>Why did the unexpected tear<br>From my sad eyelid start?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Why did the trees, the buds, the stream<br>Sing forth so joylessly?<br>And why did all the valley seem<br>So sadly changed to me?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I plucked a primrose young and pale<br>That grew beneath a tree<br>And then I hastened from the vale<br>Silent and thoughtfully.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Soon I was near my lofty home,<br>But when I cast my eye<br>Upon that flower so fair and lone<br>Why did I heave a sigh?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I thought of taking it again<br>To the valley where it grew.<br>But soon I spurned that thought as vain<br>And weak and childish too.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And then I cast that flower away<br>To die and wither there;<br>But when I found it dead today<br>Why did I shed a tear?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">O why are things so changed to me?<br>What gave me joy before<br>Now fills my heart with misery,<br>And nature smiles no more.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And why are all the beauties gone<br>From this my native hill?<br>Alas! my heart is changed alone:<br>Nature is constant still.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">For when the heart is free from care,<br>Whatever meets the eye<br>Is bright, and every sound we hear<br>Is full of melody.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The sweetest strain, the wildest wind,<br>The murmur of a stream,<br>To the sad and weary mind<br>Like doleful death knells seem.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Father! thou hast long been dead,<br>Mother! thou art gone,<br>Brother! thou art far away,<br>And I am left alone.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Long before my mother died<br>I was sad and lone,<br>And when she departed too<br>Every joy was flown.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">But the world's before me now,<br>Why should I despair?<br>I will not spend my days in vain,<br>I will not linger here!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">There is still a cherished hope<br>To cheer me on my way;<br>It is burning in my heart<br>With a feeble ray.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I will cheer the feeble spark<br>And raise it to a flame;<br>And it shall light me through the world,<br>And lead me on to fame.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I leave thee then, my childhood's home,<br>For all thy joys are gone;<br>I leave thee through the world to roam<br>In search of fair renown,</div><div style="margin:10px 0">From such a hopeless home to part<br>Is happiness to me,<br>For nought can charm my weary heart<br>Except activity.</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>
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