<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=115804" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>To a Wreath of Snow</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">O transient voyager of heaven!<br> O silent sign of winter skies!<br> What adverse wind thy sail has driven<br> To dungeons where a prisoner lies?</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> Methinks the hands that shut the sun<br> So sternly from this mourning brow<br> Might still their rebel task have done<br> And checked a thing so frail as thou</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> They would have done it had they known<br> The talisman that dwelt in thee,<br> For all the suns that ever shone<br> Have never been so kind to me!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> For many a week, and many a day<br> My heart was weighed with sinking gloom<br> When morning rose in mourning grey<br> And faintly lit my prison room</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> But angel like, when I awoke,<br> Thy silvery form so soft and fair<br> Shining through darkness, sweetly spoke<br> Of cloudy skies and mountains bare</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> The dearest to a mountaineer<br> Who, all life long has loved the snow<br> That crowned her native summits drear,<br> Better, than greenest plains below –</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> And voiceless, soulless messenger<br> They presence waked a thrilling tone<br> That comforts me while thou art here<br> And will sustain when thou art gone</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><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=115804" data-title="To a Wreath of Snow de Emily Brontë" data-description="O transient voyager of heaven!/ O silent sign of winter skies!/ What adverse wind thy sail has driven/ To dungeons where a prisoner lies?/ Methinks the hands that shut the sun/ So sternly from this mourning brow/ Might still their rebel task have ..."></div> </div> </div>

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