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lirik lagu ghizela rowe - charlotte bronte - the wood

but two miles more, and then we rest!
well, there is still an hour of day
and long the brightness of the west
will light us on our devious way;
sit then, awhile, here in this wood
so total is the solitude
we safely may delay

these massive roots afford a seat
which seems for weary travellers made
there rest. the air is soft and sweet
in this sequestered forest glade
and there are scents of flowers around
the evening dew draws from the ground;
how soothingly they spread!

yes; i was tired, but not at heart;
nothat beats full of sweet content
for now i have my natural part
of action with adventure blent;
cast forth on the wide vorld with thee
and all my once waste energy
to weighty purpose bent

yetsay’st thou, spies around us roam
our aims are termed conspiracy?
haply, no more our english home
an anchorage for us may be?
that there is risk our mutual blood
may redden in some lonely wood
the knife of treachery?
say’st thouthat where we lodge each night
in each lone farm, or lonelier hall
of norman peerere morning light
suspicion must as duly fall
as day returnssuch vigilance
presides and watches over france
such rigour governs all?

i fear not, william; dost thou fear?
so that the knife does not divide
it may be ever hovering near:
i could not tremble at thy side
and strenuous lovelike mine for thee
is buckler strong, ‘gainst treachery
and turns its stab aside

i am resolved that thou shalt learn
to trust my strength as i trust thine;
i am resolved our souls shall burn
with equal, steady, mingling shine;
part of the field is conquered now
our lives in the same channel flow
along the self~same line;

and while no groaning storm is heard
thou seem’st content it should be so
but soon as comes a warning word
of dangerstraight thine anxious brow
bends over me a mournful shade
as doubting if my powers are made
to ford the floods of woe
know, then it is my spirit swells
and drinks, with eager joy, the air
of freedomwhere at last it dwells
chartered, a common task to share
with thee, and then it stirs alert
and pants to learn what menaced hurt
demands for thee its care

remember, i have crossed the deep
and stood with thee on deck, to gaze
on waves that rose in threatening heap
while stagnant lay a heavy haze
dimly confusing sea with sky
and baffling, even, the pilot’s eye
intent to thread the maze

of rocks, on bretagne’s dangerous coast
and find a way to steer our band
to the one point obscure, which lost
flung us, as victims, on the strand;
all, elsewhere, gleamed the gallic sword
and not a wherry could be moored
along the guarded land

i feared not theni fear not now;
the interest of each stirring scene
wakes a new sense, a welcome glow
in every nerve and bounding vein;
alike on turbid channel sea
or in still wood of normandy
i feel as born again
the rain descended that wild morn
when, anchoring in the cove at last
our band, all weary and forlorn
ashore, like wave~worn sailors, cast
sought for a sheltering roof in vain
and scarce could scanty food obtain
to break their morning fast

thou didst thy crust with me divide
thou didst thy cloak around me fold;
and, sitting silent by thy side
i ate the bread in peace untold:
given kindly from thy hand, ’twas sweet
as costly fare or princely treat
on royal plate of gold

sharp blew the sleet upon my face
and, rising wild, the gusty wind
drove on those thundering waves apace
our crew so late had left behind;
but, spite of frozen shower and storm
so close to thee, my heart beat warm
and tranquil slept my mind

so nownor foot~sore nor opprest
with walking all this august day
i taste a heaven in this brief rest
this gipsy~halt beside the way
england’s wild flowers are fair to view
like balm is england’s summer dew
like gold her sunset ray

but the white violets, growing here
are sweeter than i yet have seen
and ne’er did dew so pure and clear
distil on forest mosses green
as now, called forth by summer heat
perfumes our cool and fresh retreat
these fragrant limes between

that sunset ! look beneath the boughs
over the copsebeyond the hills;
how soft, yet deep and warm it glows
and heaven with rich suffusion fills;
with hues where still the opal’s tint
its gleam of poisoned fire is blent
where flame through azure thrills!

depart we nowfor fast will fade
that solemn splendour of decline
and deep must be the after~shade
as stars alone to~night will shine;
no moon is destinedpaleto gaze
on such a day’s vast phoenix blaze
a day in fires decayed!

therehand~in~hand we tread again
the mazes of this varying wood
and soon, amid a cultured plain
girt in with fertile solitude
we shall our resting~place descry
marked by one roof~tree, towering high
above a farm~stead rude

refreshed, erelong, with rustic fare
we’ll seek a couch of dreamless ease;
courage will guard thy heart from fear
and love give mine divinest peace:
to~morrow brings more dangerous toil
and through its conflict and turmoil
we’ll pass, as god shall please

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