<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=386473" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Death, that struck when I was most confiding</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Death! that struck when I was most confiding<br>In my certain faith of joy to be -<br>Strike again, Time's withered branch dividing<br>From the fresh root of Eternity! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Leaves, upon Time's branch, were growing brightly,<br>Full of sap, and full of silver dew;<br>Birds beneath its shelter gathered nightly;<br>Daily round its flowers the wild bees flew. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Sorrow passed, and plucked the golden blossom;<br>Guilt stripped off the foliage in its pride;<br>But, within its parent's kindly bosom,<br>Flowed for ever Life's restoring-tide. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Little mourned I for the parted gladness,<br>For the vacant nest and silent song -<br>Hope was there, and laughed me out of sadness;<br>Whispering, ' Winter will not linger long!' </div><div style="margin:10px 0">And, behold! with tenfold increase blessing,<br>Spring adorned the beauty-burdened spray;<br>Wind and rain and fervent heat, caressing,<br>Lavished glory on that second May! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">High it rose - no winged grief could sweep it;<br>Sin was scared to distance with its shine;<br>Love, and its own life, had power to keep it<br>From all wrong - from every blight but thine! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Cruel Death! The young leaves droop and languish;<br>Evening's gentle air may still restore -<br>No! the morning sunshine mocks my anguish -<br>Time, for me, must never blossom more! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Strike it down, that other boughs may flourish<br>Where that perished sapling used to be;<br>Thus, at least, its mouldering corpse will nourish<br>That from which it sprung - Eternity.</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=386473" data-title="Death, that struck when I was most confiding de Emily Jane Brontë" data-description="Death! that struck when I was most confiding In my certain faith of joy to be - Strike again, Time's withered branch dividing From the fresh root of Eternity! Leaves, upon Time's branch, were growing brightly, Full of sap, and full of silver dew..."></div> </div> </div>

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