Emily Bronte

[mysticbluebell]

A Little While

A little while, a little while,
The weary task is put away,
And I can sing and I can smile,
Alike, while I have holiday.

Why wilt thou go, my harassed heart,
What thought, what scene invites thee now?
What spot, or near or far,
Has rest for thee, my weary brow?

There is a spot, mid barren hills,
Where winter howls, and driving rain;
But if the dreary tempest chills,
There is a light that warms again.

The house is old, the trees are bare,
Moonless above bends twilight's dome;
But what on earth is half so dear,
So longed for, as the hearth of home?

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This beautiful poem of one of my favourite poets has 6 more stanzas so I think too long to post them all here, but it is worth while to go and read the whole of it!! MBb

[springlike]

I like Bronte Mystic Bluebell, I am sure it would help if you included the link, save us all searching

[cpdhuet]

Just type Bronte in your search window. Loads of information. Emily lived only 30 years but is considered the world's greatest woman poetress. I like the Wuthering Heights book and the movie featuring Orson Wells.
CPD

[mysticbluebell]

Hm, thanks springlike, I gladly add the link, hope it is the right one since I had to go there by 3 connections:

www.poetseers.org/the_great_poets/british_poets/emily_bronte_poems/1