oh Emily...
What winter floods, what showers of spring
Have drenched the grass by night and day
And yet beneath that spectre ring
Unmoved and undiscovered lay
A mute remembrancer of crime
Long lost concealed forgot for years
It comes at last to cancel time
And waken unavailing tears
-Emily Bronte, March 27th 1832
Have drenched the grass by night and day
And yet beneath that spectre ring
Unmoved and undiscovered lay
A mute remembrancer of crime
Long lost concealed forgot for years
It comes at last to cancel time
And waken unavailing tears
-Emily Bronte, March 27th 1832