Me Thinks This Heart Should Rest Awhile

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Me thinks this heart should rest awhile
  So stilly round the evening falls
  The veiled sun sheds no parting smile
  Nor mirth nor music wakes my Halls

  I have sat lonely all the day
  Watching the drizzly mist descend
  And first conceal the hills in grey
  And then along the valleys wend

  And I have sat and watched the trees
  And the sad flowers how drear they blow
  Those flowers were formed to feel the breeze
  Wave their light leaves in summer's glow

  Yet their lives passed in gloomy woe
  And hopeless comes its dark decline
  And I lament because I know
  That cold departure pictures mine

© Emily Jane Brontë