Emily Jane Brontë (Эмили Бронте)

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Fall, leaves, fall; die, flowers, away;
Lengthen night and shorten day;
Every leaf speaks bliss to me
Fluttering from the autumn tree.

I shall smile when wreaths of snow
Blossom where the rose should grow;
I shall sing when night's decay
Ushers in a drearier day. 

1. I See Around Me Tombstones Grey
2. The Wind Was Rough Which Tore
3. Yes, Holy Be Thy Resting Place
4. High Waving Heather 'Neath Stormy Blasts Bending
5. Often Rebuked, Yet Always Back Returning

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