<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=386493" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>My Lady's Grave</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">THE linnet in the rocky dells, <br> The moor-lark in the air, <br>The bee among the heather bells <br> That hide my lady fair: </div><div style="margin:10px 0">The wild deer browse above her breast; <br> The wild birds raise their brood; <br>And they, her smiles of love caress'd, <br> Have left her solitude! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">I ween that when the grave's dark wall <br> Did first her form retain, <br>They thought their hearts could ne'er recall <br> The light of joy again. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">They thought the tide of grief would flow <br> Uncheck'd through future years; <br>But where is all their anguish now, <br> And where are all their tears? </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Well, let them fight for honour's breath, <br> Or pleasure's shade pursue-- <br>The dweller in the land of death <br> Is changed and careless too. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">And if their eyes should watch and weep <br> Till sorrow's source were dry, <br>She would not, in her tranquil sleep, <br> Return a single sigh! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Blow, west wind, by the lonely mound: <br> And murmur, summer streams! <br>There is no need of other sound <br> To soothe my lady's dreams.</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=386493" data-title="My Lady's Grave de Emily Jane Brontë" data-description="THE linnet in the rocky dells, The moor-lark in the air, The bee among the heather bells That hide my lady fair: The wild deer browse above her breast; The wild birds raise their brood; And they, her smiles of love caress'd, Have left ..."></div> </div> </div>

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