Evening Solace

The human heart has hidden treasures,
In secret kept, in silence sealed -
The thoughts, the hopes, the dreams, the pleasures,
Whose charms were broken, if revealed.
And days may pass in gay confusion,
And nights in rosy riot fly,
While, lost in Fame's or Wealth's illusion,
The memory of the Past may die.

But there are hours of lonely musing,
Such as in evening silence come,
When, soft as birds their pinions closing,
The heart's best feelings gather home.
Then in our souls there seems to languish
A tender grief that is not woe;
And thoughts that once wrung groans of anguish
Now cause but some mild tears to flow.

And feelings, once as strong as passions,
Float softly back - a faded dream;
Our own sharp griefs and wild sensations,
The tale of others' sufferings seem.
Oh! When the heart is freshly bleeding,
How longs it for that time to be,
When, through the mist of years receding,
Its woes but live in reverie!

And it can dwell on moonlight glimmer,
On evening shade and loneliness;
And, while the sky grows dim and dimmer,
Feel no untold and strange distress -
Only a deeper impulse given
By lonely hour and darkened room,
To solemn thoughts that soar to heaven
Seeking a life and world to come.

Charlotte Bronte
(1816-1855)
English novelist. Her most famous work is Jane Eyre (1847). Her first published work was a joint volume of poetry with her sisters Anne and Emily which appeared in 1846. Charlotte Bronte is one of the first woman novelists to have portrayed men and women as equally justified in declaring their love, and remains one of the most widely read novelists in the English language.

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