At Castle Wood
de Emily Brontë(2008)
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“At Castle Wood”
By Emily Brontë
“The day is done, the winter sun
Is setting in its sullen sky;
And drear the course that has been run,
And dim the hearts that slowly die.
No star will light my coming night;
No morn of hope for me will shine;
I mourn not heaven would blast my sight,
And I ne\'er longed for joys divine.
Through life\'s hard task I did not ask
Celestial aid, celestial cheer;
I saw my fate without its mask,
And met it too without a tear.
The grief that pressed my aching breast
Was heavier far than earth can be;
And who would dread eternal rest
When labour\'s hour was agony?
Dark falls the fear of this despair
On spirits born of happiness;
But I was bred the mate of care,
The foster-child of sore distress.
No sighs for me, no sympathy,
No wish to keep my soul below;
The heart is dead in infancy,
Unwept-for let the body go.”
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- Autor
- Emily Brontë
- Tip
- Poezie
- An
- 2008
- Cuvinte
- 164
- Citire
- 1 min
- Versuri
- 26
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Emily Brontë. “At Castle Wood.” Clasici, Poezie.ro, https://poezie.ro/clasici/emily-bronte/poezie/at-castle-woodIntrebari frecvente
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