Emily Jane Brontë (Эмили Бронте)

Past, Present, Future

Tell me, tell me, smiling child,
What the past is like to thee ?
'An Autumn evening soft and mild
With a wind that sighs mournfully.'

Tell me, what is the present hour ?
'A green and flowery spray
Where a young bird sits gathering its power
To mount and fly away.'

And what is the future, happy one ?
'A sea beneath a cloudless sun ;
A mighty, glorious, dazzling sea
Stretching into infinity.' 

1. The Visionary
2. Self-Interrogation
3. Often Rebuked, Yet Always Back Returning
4. Shall Earth No More Inspire Thee
5. Mild the Mist upon the Hill

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