maybe's solace

me went, me saw, me likey!
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wow! i've been gone for such a long time! mostly being damned lazy and nothing much to blog abt now. life's been as stagnant as these four walls i see each day and it's realy bugging me.

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finally came across this poem that i've been looking for for quite some time now tho. absolutely LOVE IT!

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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.

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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 flow.

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And feelings, once as strong as passions,

Float softly back a faded dream;

Our own sharp grief and wild sensations,

The tale of other's suffering seem.

Oh! When the heart is freshly bleeding,

How longs it for that time to be,

When, through the mist of years receeding,

It woes but lives in reverie!

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And it can dwell on moonlight glimmer,

On evening shade and loneliness;

And while the sky grows dim and dimmer,

Feel no untold and fresh distress.

Only a deeper impulse given,

By lonely hour and darkened room,

To solemn thoughts that sour to heaven,

Seeking a live and world time.

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Evening Solace by Charlotte Bronte