Page:Poems by Currer, Ellis, and Acton Bell (Charlotte, Emily and Anne Brontë, 1846).djvu/27

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MEMENTOS.


 An ardour in her eye,
That kindled on her cheek a flush,
Warm as a red sky's passing blush
 And quick with energy.
Her speech, too, was not common speech,
No wish to shine, or aim to teach,
 Was in her words displayed:
She still began with quiet sense,
But oft the force of eloquence
 Came to her lips in aid;
Language and voice unconscious changed,
And thoughts, in other words arranged,
 Her fervid soul transfused
Into the hearts of those who heard,
And transient strength and ardour stirred,
 In minds to strength unused.
Yet in gay crowd or festal glare,
Grave and retiring was her air;
'Twas seldom, save with me alone,
That fire of feeling freely shone;
She loved not awe's nor wonder's gaze,
Nor even exaggerated praise,
Nor even notice, if too keen
The curious gazer searched her mien.
Nature's own green expanse revealed
The world, the pleasures, she could prize;
On free hill-side, in sunny field,
In quiet spots by woods concealed,
Grew wild and fresh her chosen joys,
Yet Nature's feelings deeply lay