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POEMS OF EMILY BRONTË
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She dried her tears and they did smile
To see her cheek's returning glow;
Nor did discern how all the while
That full heart throbbed to overflow.
With that sweet look and lively tone,
And bright eye shining all the day,
They could not guess at midnight lone
How she would weep the time away.
