<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=386507" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Song</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 caressed,<br>Have left their 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>Unchecked 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=386507" data-title="Song 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 caressed, Have left their ..."></div> </div> </div>

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