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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
HOW STILL, HOW HAPPY! THESE ARE WORDS, by EMILY JANE BRONTE Poet Analysis Poet's Biography Alternate Author Name(s): Bell, Ellis | |||
HOW still, how happy! These are words That once would scarce agree together; I loved the splashing of the surge The changing heaven, the breezy weather, More than smooth seas & cloudless skies And solemn, soothing, softened airs. That in the forest woke no sighs And from the green spray shook no tears. How still, how happy! now I feel Where silence dwells is sweeter far Than laughing mirth with joyous swell However pure its raptures are. Come, sit down on this sunny stone; 'Tis wintry light o'er flowless moors; But sit, for we are all alone And clear expand heaven's breathless shores. I could think in the withered grass Springs budding wreaths we might discern The violets eye might shyly flash And young leaves shoot among the fern . It is but thought -full many a night The snow shall clothe these hills afar And storms shall add a drearier blight And winds shall wage a wilder war, Before the lark may herald in Fresh foliage twined with blossoms fair And summer days again begin Their glory-haloed crown to wear. Yet my heart loves December's smile As much as July's golden gleam? Then let me sit and watch the while The blue ice curdling on the stream. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...AH! WHY, BECAUSE THE DAZZLING SUN by EMILY JANE BRONTE ALL HUSHED AND STILL WITHIN THE HOUSE by EMILY JANE BRONTE IF GRIEF FOR GRIEF CAN TOUCH THEE by EMILY JANE BRONTE IN SUMMER'S MELLOW MIDNIGHT by EMILY JANE BRONTE LONG NEGLECT HAS WORN AWAY by EMILY JANE BRONTE LOUD WITHOUT THE WIND WAS ROARING by EMILY JANE BRONTE NO COWARD SOUL IS MINE by EMILY JANE BRONTE THAT WIND I USED TO HEAR IT SWELLING by EMILY JANE BRONTE THE NIGHT IS DARKENING ROUND ME by EMILY JANE BRONTE A DAY DREAM by EMILY JANE BRONTE |
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