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Death

08:01 Jun 07 2005
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Death!



that struck when I was most confiding



In my certain faith of joy to be -



Strike again,



Time's withered branch dividing



From the fresh root of Eternity!





Leaves,



upon Time's branch,



were growing brightly,



Full of sap, and full of silver dew;



Birds beneath its shelter gathered nightly;



Daily round its flowers the wild bees flew.





Sorrow passed, and plucked the golden blossom;



Guilt stripped off the foliage in its pride;



But, within its parent's kindly bosom,



Flowed for ever Life's restoring tide





Little mourned I for the parted gladness,



For the vacant nest and silent song -



Hope was there,



and laughed me out of sadness;



Whiapering, 'winter will not linger long!'





~~a selected poem from Emily Bronte`~~





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