Poem by Emily Jane Brontë

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 Elder's Rebuke
2. Warning and Reply
3. Death, That Struck When I Was Most Confiding
4. High Waving Heather 'Neath Stormy Blasts Bending
5. She Dried Her Tears

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