, 31 2007 . 15:54
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When April bends above me
And finds me fast asleep
Dust need not keep the secret
A live heart died to keep .
When April tells the thrushes
The meadow-larks will know
And pipe the three words lightly
To all the winds that blow.
Above his roof the swallows
In notes like far-blown rain
Will tell the little sparrow
Beside his window-pane
O sparrow little sparrow
When I am fast asleep
Then tell my love the secret
That I have died to keep
, 24 2007 . 22:02
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Emily Bronte (1818-1848)
Fall, leaves, fall; die, flowers, away;
Lengthen night and shorten day;
Every leaf speaks bliss to me
Fluttering from the autumn tree.
I shall smile when wreaths of snow
Blossom where the rose should grow;
I shall sing when night's decay
Ushers in a drearier day.
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