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.’
-Emily Brontë-
3 comments:
Gotta love Emily.
Definitely. Emily Dickonson, too. :)
What do you think of the title? I'm so wishy-washy, can't stick with a single idea... :D
I mean, Emily Dickinson. Oops.
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