The Poets Pluck- Emily Bronte
Mild the mist upon the hill
As this in dreams I see
What sadness this within me fills while
The night is darkening around me
My dreamscape changes to a meadow, but
I see around me tombstones grey
No butterflies will flutter by
Where once I used to play
Oh for the time when I shall sleep
Without the sadness my dreams now spawn
But now they keep me where tombstones rise
Far far away is mirth withdrawn
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The lines in bold are titles from Emily Bronte's poems.
Copyright © Joseph May | Year Posted 2017
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