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From Retrospection by Charlotte Bronte
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We wove a web in childhood, A web of sunny air; We dug a spring in infancy Of water pure and fair; We sowed in youth a mustard seed, We cut an almond rod; We are now grown up to riper age- Are they withered in the sod? Are they blighted, failed and faded, Are they mouldered back to clay? For life is darkly shaded; And its joys fleet fast away. Faded! the web is still of air, But how its folds are spread, And from its tints of crimson clear How deep a glow is shed. The light of an Italian sky. Where clouds of sunset lingering lie Is not more ruby-red. But the spring was under a mossy stone, Its jet may gush no more. Hark! sceptic bid thy doubts be gone, Is that a feeble roar Rushing around thee? Lo! the tide Of waves where armed fleets may ride Sinking and swelling, frowns and smiles An ocean with a thousand isles And scare a glimpse of shore. The mustard-seed in distant land Bends down a mighty tree, The dry unbudding almond-wand Has touched eternity. There came a second miracle Such as on Aaron's sceptre fell, And sapless grew like life from heath, Bud, bloom and fruit in mingling wreath All twined the shrivelled off-shoot round As flowers lie on the lone grave-mound. Dream that stole o'er us in the time When life was in its vernal clime, Dream that still faster o'er us steals As the wild star of spring declining The advent of that day reveals, That glows in Sirius fiery shining: Oh! as thou swellest, and as the scenes Cover this cold world's darkest features, Stronger each change my spirit weans To bow before thy god-like creatures. When I sat 'neath a strange roof-tree With nought I knew or loved round me Oh how my heart shrank back to thee, Then I felt how fast thy ties had bound me. [ ·¢×ÔÊÖ»ú°æ http://muchong.com/3g ] |
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