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THE ARBOUR
by Acton Bell (Anne Bronte)
I'll rest me in
this sheltered bower
And view their green and glossy leaves,
And while my ear drinks in the sound,
And soaring on to future scenes,
Oh, list! 'tis summer's very breath
'Tis but the frost that clears the air,
And winter's chill is on my heart --
And look upon the clear blue sky
That smiles upon me through the trees,
Which stand so thickly clustering by;
All glistening in the sunshine fair;
And list the rustling of their boughs,
So softly whispering through the air.
My winged soul shall fly away;
Reviewing long departed years
As one mild, beaming, autumn day;
Like hills and woods,and valleys green,
All basking in the summer's sun,
But distant stll, and dimly seen.
That gently shakes the rustling trees --
But look! the snow is on the ground --
How can I think of scenes like these?
And gives the sky that lovely blue;
They're smiling in a winter's sun,
Those evergreens of sombre hue.
How can I dream of future bliss?
How can my spirit soar away,
Confined by such a chain as this?
