To: bentfeather; snippy_about_it; SAMWolf; Darksheare; Old Sarge; radu; LunaRed; All
Good morning, Lair! Happy Tuesday to everyone and a welcome to LunaRed!
That Wind I Used to Hear it Swelling
Emily Jane Brontë
That wind I used to hear it swelling
With joy divinely deep
You might have seen my hot tears welling
But rapture made me weep
I used to love on winter nights
To lie and dream alone
Of all the hopes and real delights
My early years had known
And oh above the rest of those
That coming time should [bear]
Like heaven's own glorious stars they rose
Still beaming bright and fair
467 posted on
12/07/2004 6:50:31 AM PST by
Colonel_Flagg
("There's nothing more dangerous than a wounded mosquito." - Roy Spim, AKA Eric Idle)
To: Colonel_Flagg
Good morning, dear Colonel. oooo nice poem this morning. Thank You.
Hope you have a good day my FRiend.
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