Monday, December 31, 2007

The other Emily


Month after month year after year
My harp has poured a dreary strain -
At length a livelier note shall cheer
And pleasure tune its chords again

What though the stars and fair moonlight
Are quenched in morning dull and grey
They were but tokens of the night
And this my soul is day

-Emily Bronte


thanks to groundwork for the trees

1 comment:

beracahvalley said...

Hi there happens to drop by your blog. It is lovely.

Becky.

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