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POEMS OF EMILY BRONTË

XXXV

When days of beauty deck the vale,
Or stormy nights descend,
How well my spirit knows the path
On which it ought to wend.


It seeks the consecrated spot
Beloved in childhood's years;
The space between is all forgot,
Its sufferings and its tears.