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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=115786" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>I saw thee, child, one summer day</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">I saw thee, child, one summer day<br>Suddenly leave thy cheerful play,<br>And in the green grass lowly lying<br>I listened to thy mournful sighing.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I knew the wish that waked that wail,<br>I knew the source whence sprung those tears;<br>You longed for fate to raise the veil<br>That darkened over coming years.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The anxious prayer was heard, and power<br>Was given me in that silent hour<br>To open to an infant's eye<br>The portals of futurity.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">But, child of dust, the fragrant flowers,<br>The bright blue flowers and velvet sod,<br>Were strange conductors to the bowers<br>Thy daring footsteps must have trod.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I watched my time, and summer passed,<br>And autumn waning fleeted by,<br>And doleful winter nights at last<br>In cloudy moring clothed the sky.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And now it's come. This evening fell<br>Not stormily, but stilly drear;<br>A sound sweeps o'er thee like a knell<br>To banish joy and welcome care.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">A fluttering blast that shakes the leaves<br>And whistles round the gloomy wall,<br>And lingering long, and thinking grieves,<br>For 'tis the spectre's call.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">He hears me: what a sudden start<br>Sent the blood icy to the heart;<br>He wakens, and how gastly white<br>That face looks in the dim lamp-light.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Those tiny hands in vain essay<br>To brush the shadowy fiend away;<br>There is a horror on his brow,<br>An anguish in his bosom now;</div><div style="margin:10px 0">A fearful anguish in his eyes,<br>Fixed strainedly on the vacant air;<br>Hoarsely bursts in long-drawn sighs,<br>His panting breath enchained by fear.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Poor child! if spirits such as I<br>Could weep o'er human misery,<br>A tear might flow, ay, many a tear,<br>To see the head that lies before,<br>To see the sunshine disappear;</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And hear the stormy waters roar,<br>Breaking upon a desolate shore,<br>Cut off from hope in early day,<br>From earth and glory cut away.<br>But it is doomed, and Morning's light<br>Must image forth the scowl of night,<br>And childhood's flower must waste its bloom<br>Beneath the shadow of the tomb.</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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