<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=115791" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Come Hither, Child</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Come hither, child; who gifted thee<br>With power to touch that string so well?<br>How darest thou rouse up thoughts in me,<br>Thoughts that I would--but cannot quell?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Nay, chide not, lady; long ago<br>I heard those notes in Elbe hall,<br>And had I known they'd waken woe<br>I'd weep their music to recall.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">But thus it was: one festal night<br>When I was hardly six years old<br>I stole away from crowds and light<br>And sought a chamber dark and cold.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I had no one to love me there,<br>I knew no comrade and no friend;<br>And so I went to sorrow where<br>Heaven, only heaven saw me bend.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Loud blew the wind. 'Twas sad to stay<br>From all that splendour barred away.<br>I imaged in the lonely room<br>A thousand forms of fearful gloom.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And with my wet eyes raised on high<br>I prayed to God that I might die.<br>Suddenly in that silence drear<br>A sound of music reached my ear:</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And then a note, I hear it yet,<br>So full of soul, so deeply sweet,<br>I thought that Gabriel's self had come<br>To take me to thy father's home.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Three times it rose, that seraph strain,<br>Then died, nor breathed again;<br>But still the words and still the tone<br>Dwell round my heart when all alone.</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> <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=115791" data-title="Come Hither, Child de Emily Brontë" data-description="Come hither, child; who gifted thee/With power to touch that string so well?/How darest thou rouse up thoughts in me,/Thoughts that I would--but cannot quell?/Nay, chide not, lady; long ago/I heard those notes in Elbe hall,/And had I known they'd ..."></div> </div> </div>

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