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POEMS OF EMILY BRONTË
XXXIV
In dungeons dark I cannot sing,
In sorrow's thrall 'tis hard to smile;
What bird can soar with broken wing?
What heart can bleed and joy the while?
XXXIV
In dungeons dark I cannot sing,
In sorrow's thrall 'tis hard to smile;
What bird can soar with broken wing?
What heart can bleed and joy the while?