This page has been validated.
POEMS OF EMILY BRONTË
245
XIII
IN MEMORY OF A HAPPY DAY IN FEBRUARY
Blessed be Thou for all the joy
My soul has felt to-day!
O let its memory stay with me
And never pass away!
I was alone, for those I loved
Were far away from me;
The sun shone on the withered grass,
The wind blew fresh and free.
Was it the smile of early spring
That made my bosom glow?
'Twas sweet, but neither sun nor wind
Could raise my spirit so.
Was it some feeling of delight,
All vague and undefined?
No, 'twas a rapture deep and strong,
Expanding in my mind!
Was it a sanguine view of life
And all its transient bliss—
A hope of bright prosperity?
O no, it was not this!
