Sunday, 8 June 2014

A poem by Emily Bronte: Me thinks this heart....

This poem reminds me of the importance of natural light, fresh air on the face and how the changing light reflects ones own changing light.

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/me-thinks-this-heart/

Me thinks this heart should rest awhile
So stilly round the evening falls
The veiled sun sheds no parting smile
Nor mirth nor music wakes my Halls

I have sat lonely all the day
Watching the drizzly mist descend
And first conceal the hills in grey
And then along the valleys wend

And I have sat and watched the trees
And the sad flowers how drear they blow
Those flowers were formed to feel the breeze
Wave their light leaves in summer's glow

Yet their lives passed in gloomy woe
And hopeless comes its dark decline
And I lament because I know
That cold departure pictures mine

Emily Jane Bronte

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