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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=115779" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>O God of Heaven! The dream of horror</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">O God of heaven! The dream of horror,<br>The frightful dream is over now;<br>The sickened heart, the blasting sorrow,<br>The ghastly night, the ghastlier morrow,<br>The aching sense of utter woe.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The burning tears that would keep welling,<br>The groan that mocked at every tear,<br>That burst from our dreary dwelling,<br>As if each gasp were life expelling,<br>But life was nourished by despair.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The tossing and the anguished pining,<br>The grinding teeth and starting eye;<br>The agony of still repining,<br>when not a spark of hope was shining<br>From gloomy fate's reletless sky.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The impatient rage, the useless shrinking<br>From thoughts that yet could not be borne;<br>The soul that was for ever thinking,<br>Till nature maddened, tortured, sinking,<br>At last refused to mourn.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">It's over now--and I am free,<br>And the ocean wind is caressing me,<br>The wild wind from the wavy main<br>I never thought to see again.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Bless thee, bright Sea, and glorious dome,<br>And my own world, my spirit's home;<br>Bless thee, bless all--I cannot speak;<br>My voice is choked, but not with grief,<br>And salt drops from my haggard cheek<br>Descend like rain upon the heath.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">How long they've wet a dungeon floor,<br>Falling on flagstones damp and grey:<br>I used to weep even in my sleep;<br>The night was dreadful like the day.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I used to weep when winter's snow<br>Whirled through the grating stormily;<br>But then it was a calmer woe,<br>For everything was drear to me.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The bitterest time, the worst of all,<br>Was that in which the summer sheen<br>Cast a green lustre on the wall<br>That told of fields of lovelier green.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">often I've sat down on the ground,<br>Gazing up to the flush scarce seen,<br>Till, heedless of the darkness round,<br>My soul has sought a land serene.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">It sought the arch of heaven divine,<br>The pure blue heaven with clouds of gold;<br>It sought thy father's home and mine<br>As I remembered it of old.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Oh, even now too horribly<br>Come back the feelings that would swell,<br>When with my face hid on my knee,<br>I strove the bursting groans to quell.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I flung myself upon the stone;<br>I howled, and tore my tangled hair;<br>And then, when the first gust had flown,<br>Lay in unspeakable despair.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Sometimes a curse, sometimes a prayer,<br>Would quiver on my parched tongue;<br>But both without a murmur there<br>Died in the breast from whence they sprung.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And so the day would fade on high,<br>And darkness quench that lonely beam,<br>And slumber mould my misery<br>Into some strange and spectral dream,<br>Whose phantom horrors made me know<br>The worst extent of human woe.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">But this is past, and why return<br>O'er such a path to brood and mourn?<br>Shake off the fetters, break the chain,<br>And live and love and smile again.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The waste of youth, the waste of years,<br>Departed in that dungeon thrall;<br>The gnawing grief, the hopeless tears,<br>Forget them--oh, forget them all!</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>The Complete Poems of Emily Brontë</i><div class=q>
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