oh Emily...
What winter floods, what showers of spring
Have drenched the grass by night and day
And yet beneath that spectre ring
Unmoved and undiscovered lay
A mute remembrancer of crime
Long lost concealed forgot for years
It comes at last to cancel time
And waken unavailing tears
-Emily Bronte, March 27th 1832
Have drenched the grass by night and day
And yet beneath that spectre ring
Unmoved and undiscovered lay
A mute remembrancer of crime
Long lost concealed forgot for years
It comes at last to cancel time
And waken unavailing tears
-Emily Bronte, March 27th 1832
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I am a tad obsessed with Emily Bronte... :D
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Now you will be able to see my NOT so poetic posts.
More to come in the future though, I have an amazing book of Victorian poetry. *gleam*
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