Poetry Explorer- Classic Contemporary Poetry, TWAS ONE OF THOSE DARK, CLOUDY DAYS, by EMILY JANE BRONTE


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Alternate Author Name(s): Bell, Ellis
Subject(s): Death; Dead, The


'Twas one of those dark, cloudy days


That sometimes come in summer blaze,


When heaven drops not, when earth is still,


And deeper green is on the hill.




āà-----




āàLonely at her window sitting


āàWhile the evening steals away,


āàFitful winds foreboding, flitting


āàThrough a sky of cloudy grey.




āà-----




There are two trees in a lonely field,


They breathe a spell to me;


A dreary thought their dark boughs yield,


All waving solemnly.





What is that smoke that ever still


Comes rolling down the dark brown hill?




āà-----




Still as she spoke the ebon clouds


Would part and sunlight shone between,


But dreary, strange, and pale and cold.





Away, away, resign thee now


To scenes of gloom and thoughts of fear;


I trace the figure on thy brow,


Welcome at last, though once so drear.




āàIt will not shine again,


āàIts sad course is done;


āàI have seen the last ray wane


āàOf the cold, bright sun.




āà-----




āàNone but me beheld him dying,


āàParting with the parting day;


āàWind of evening, sadly sighing,


āàBore his soul from earth away.




āà-----




āàColdly, bleakly, dreamily


āàEvening died on Elbe's shore;


āàWinds were in the cloudy sky,


āàSighing, mourning ever more.




āà-----




Old hall of Elbe, ruined, lonely now,


Home to which the voice of life shall never more return;


Chambers roofless, desolate, where weeds and ivy grow;


Windows through whose broken panes the night-winds coldly mourn-


Home of the departed, the long-departed dead.






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