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Friday, June 25, 2010

Sympathy. By Emily Brontë

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There should be no dispair for you
While nightly stars are burning,
While evening pours its silent dew,
And sunshine gilds the morning.
There should be no dispair -though tears
May flow down like a river:
Are not the best beloved of the years
Around your heart forever?

They weep, you weep -it must be so;
Winds sigh as you are sighing,
And Winter sheds its grief in snow
Where Autumn´s leaves are lying:
Yet, these revive, and from their fate
Your fate cannot be parted:
Then, journey on, if not elate,
Still never broken-hearted!

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