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POEMS OF EMILY BRONTË
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O'er wood and wold—o'er flood and fell,
O'er flashing lake and gleaming dell,
The harvest-moon looks down;
When Heaven smiles with love and light,
And earth looks back so dazzling bright
On such a scene, on such a night
Earth's children should not frown.
February 6, 1843.
