Winter Stores by Charlotte Bronte

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Winter Stores by Charlotte Bronte

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We take from life one little share And say that this shall be A space, redeemed from toil and care From tears and sadness free And, haply, Death unstrings his bow And Sorrow stands apart And, for a little while, we know The sunshine of the heart Existence seems a summer eve Warm, soft, and full of peace; Our free, unfettered feelings give The soul its full release A moment, then, it takes the power To call up thoughts that throw Around that charmed and hallowed hour This life's divinest glow But Time, though viewlessly it flies And slowly, will not stay; Alike, through clear and clouded skies It cleaves its silent way Alike the bitter cup of grief Alike the draught of bliss Its progress leaves but moment brief For baffled lips to kiss The sparkling draught is dried away The hour of rest is gone And urgent voices, round us, say "Ho, lingerer, hasten on!" And has the soul, then, only gained From this brief time of ease A moment's rest, when overstrained One hurried glimpse of peace? No; while the sun shone kindly o'er us And flowers bloomed round our feet, — While many a bud of joy before us Unclosed its petals sweet, — An unseen work within was plying; Like honey-seeking bee From flower to flower, unwearied, flying Laboured one faculty, — Thoughtful for Winter's future sorrow Its gloom and scarcity; Prescient to-day of want to-morrow Toiled quiet Memory 'Tis she that from each transient pleasure Extracts a lasting good; 'Tis she that finds, in summer, treasure To serve for winter's food And when Youth's summer day is vanished And Age brings winter's stress Her stores, with hoarded sweets replenished Life's evening hours will bless

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  • Charlotte Brontë