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POEMS OF EMILY BRONTË

XIII

THE TWO CHILDREN

Heavy hangs the rain-drop
From the burdened spray;
Heavy broods the damp mist
On uplands far away.


Heavy looms the dull sky,
Heavy rolls the sea;
And heavy throbs the young heart
Beneath that lonely tree.


Never has a blue streak
Cleft the clouds since morn;
Never has his grim fate
Smiled since he was born.


Frowning on the infant,
Shadowing childhood's joy
Guardian-angel knows not
That melancholy boy.


Day is passing swiftly
Its sad and sombre prime;
Boyhood sad is merging
In sadder manhood's time: