letra de emily bronte - at castle wood - ghizela rowe
the day is done, the winter sun
is setting in its sullen sky;
and drear the course that has been run
and dim the hearts that slowly die
no star will light my coming night;
no morn of hope for me will shine;
i mourn not heaven would blast my sight
and i ne’er longed for joys divine
through life’s hard task i did not ask
celestial aid, celestial cheer;
i saw my fate without its mask
and met it too without a tear
the grief that pressed my aching breast
was heavier far than earth can be;
and who would dread eternal rest
when labour’s hour was agony?
dark falls the fear of this despair
on spirits born of happiness;
but i was bred the mate of care
the foster-child of sore distress
no sighs for me, no sympathy
no wish to keep my soul below;
the heart is dead in infancy
unwept-for let the body go
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