<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=386471" 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 Ula's 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+Jane+Bront%C3%AB">Emily Jane 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=386471" data-title="Come hither, child de Emily Jane 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 Ula's hall, And had I known ..."></div> </div> </div>

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