When Days of Beauty Deck the Earth
by Emily Bronte
When days of Beauty deck the earth
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
Happy Friday! Have you read a poem today?
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