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A Daydream

Emily Bronte
On a sunny brae alone I lay
One summer afternoon;
It was the marriage-time of May,
With her young lover, June.
From her mothers heart seeme! loath to "art
#hat $ueen of bri!al %harms,
But her father smile! on the fairest %hil!
&e ever hel! in his arms.
#he trees !i! wave their "lumy %rests,
#he gla! bir!s %arolle! %lear;
'n! I, of all the we!!ing guests,
Was only sullen there(
#here was not one, but wishe! to shun
My as"e%t voi! of %heer;
#he very gray ro%)s, loo)ing on,
's)e!, *What !o you here+*
'n! I %oul! utter no re"ly;
In sooth, I !i! not )now
Why I ha! brought a %lou!e! eye
#o greet the general glow.
,o, resting on a heathy ban),
I too) my heart to me;
'n! we together sa!ly san)
Into a reverie.
We thought, *When winter %omes again,
Where will these bright things be+
'll vanishe!, li)e a vision vain,
'n unreal mo%)ery(
*#he bir!s that now so blithely sing,
#hrough !eserts, fro-en !ry,
.oor s"e%tres of the "erishe! s"ring,
In famishe! troo"s will fly.
*'n! why shoul! we be gla! at all+
#he leaf is har!ly green,
Before a to)en of its fall
Is on the surfa%e seen(*
/ow, whether it were really so,
I never %oul! be sure;
But as in fit of "eevish woe,
I stret%he! me on the moor,
' thousan! thousan! gleaming fires
,eeme! )in!ling in the air;
' thousan! thousan! silvery lyres
0esoun!e! far an! near1
Methought, the very breath I breathe!
Was full of s"ar)s !ivine,
'n! all my heather-%ou%h was wreathe!
By that %elestial shine(
'n!, while the wi!e earth e%hoing rung
#o that strange minstrelsy
#he little glittering s"irits sung,
Or seeme! to sing, to me1
*O mortal( mortal( let them !ie;
2et time an! tears !estroy,
#hat we may overflow the s)y
With universal 3oy(
*2et grief !istra%t the sufferers breast,
'n! night obs%ure his way;
#hey hasten him to en!less rest,
'n! everlasting !ay.
*#o thee the worl! is li)e a tomb,
' !eserts na)e! shore;
#o us, in unimagine! bloom,
It brightens more an! more(
*'n!, %oul! we lift the veil, an! give
One brief glim"se to thine eye,
#hou woul!st re3oi%e for those that live,
BE4'5,E they live to !ie.*
#he musi% %ease!; the noon!ay !ream,
2i)e !ream of night, with!rew;
But Fan%y, still, will sometimes !eem
&er fon! %reation true.On a sunny brae alone I lay
One summer afternoon;
It was the marriage-time of May,
With her young lover, June.
From her mothers heart seeme! loath to "art
#hat $ueen of bri!al %harms,
But her father smile! on the fairest %hil!
&e ever hel! in his arms.
#he trees !i! wave their "lumy %rests,
#he gla! bir!s %arolle! %lear;
'n! I, of all the we!!ing guests,
Was only sullen there(
#here was not one, but wishe! to shun
My as"e%t voi! of %heer;
#he very gray ro%)s, loo)ing on,
's)e!, *What !o you here+*
'n! I %oul! utter no re"ly;
In sooth, I !i! not )now
Why I ha! brought a %lou!e! eye
#o greet the general glow.
,o, resting on a heathy ban),
I too) my heart to me;
'n! we together sa!ly san)
Into a reverie.
We thought, *When winter %omes again,
Where will these bright things be+
'll vanishe!, li)e a vision vain,
'n unreal mo%)ery(
*#he bir!s that now so blithely sing,
#hrough !eserts, fro-en !ry,
.oor s"e%tres of the "erishe! s"ring,
In famishe! troo"s will fly.
*'n! why shoul! we be gla! at all+
#he leaf is har!ly green,
Before a to)en of its fall
Is on the surfa%e seen(*
/ow, whether it were really so,
I never %oul! be sure;
But as in fit of "eevish woe,
I stret%he! me on the moor,
' thousan! thousan! gleaming fires
,eeme! )in!ling in the air;
' thousan! thousan! silvery lyres
0esoun!e! far an! near1
Methought, the very breath I breathe!
Was full of s"ar)s !ivine,
'n! all my heather-%ou%h was wreathe!
By that %elestial shine(
'n!, while the wi!e earth e%hoing rung
#o that strange minstrelsy
#he little glittering s"irits sung,
Or seeme! to sing, to me1
*O mortal( mortal( let them !ie;
2et time an! tears !estroy,
#hat we may overflow the s)y
With universal 3oy(
*2et grief !istra%t the sufferers breast,
'n! night obs%ure his way;
#hey hasten him to en!less rest,
'n! everlasting !ay.
*#o thee the worl! is li)e a tomb,
' !eserts na)e! shore;
#o us, in unimagine! bloom,
It brightens more an! more(
*'n!, %oul! we lift the veil, an! give
One brief glim"se to thine eye,
#hou woul!st re3oi%e for those that live,
BE4'5,E they live to !ie.*
#he musi% %ease!; the noon!ay !ream,
2i)e !ream of night, with!rew;
But Fan%y, still, will sometimes !eem
&er fon! %reation true.

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