Anne Bronte - Lines Written from Home

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Anne Bronte - Lines Written from Home

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Though bleak these woods, and damp the ground With fallen leaves so thickly strewn And cold the wind that wanders round With wild and melancholy moan; There is a friendly roof I know Might shield me from the wintry blast; There is a fire whose ruddy glow Will cheer me for my wanderings past And so, though still where'er I go Cold stranger glances meet my eye; Though, when my spirit sinks in woe Unheeded swells the unbidden sigh; Though solitude, endured too long Bids youthful joys too soon decay Makes mirth a stranger to my tongue And overclouds my noon of day; When kindly thoughts that would have way Flow back, discouraged, to my breast I know there is, though far away A home where heart and soul may rest Warm hands are there, that, clasped in mine The warmer heart will not belie; While mirth and truth, and friendship shine In smiling lip and earnest eye The ice that gathers round my heart May there be thawed; and sweetly, then The joys of youth, that now depart Will come to cheer my soul again Though far I roam, that thought shall be My hope, my comfort everywhere; While such a home remains to me My heart shall never know despair

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  • Anne Brontë