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What is she writing Watch her now	A
How fast her fingers move	B
How eagerly her youthful brow	A
Is bent in thought above	C
Her long curls drooping shade the light	D
She puts them quick aside	E
Nor knows that band of crystals bright	D
Her hasty touch untied	E
It slips adown her silken dress	F
Falls glittering at her feet	G
Unmarked it falls for she no less	F
Pursues her labour sweet	G
	-
The very loveliest hour that shines	H
Is in that deep blue sky	I
The golden sun of June declines	H
It has not caught her eye	I
The cheerful lawn and unclosed gate	J
The white road far away	K
In vain for her light footsteps wait	J
She comes not forth to day	K
There is an open door of glass	L
Close by that lady's chair	M
From thence to slopes of messy grass	L
Descends a marble stair	M
	-
Tall plants of bright and spicy bloom	N
Around the threshold grow	O
Their leaves and blossoms shade the room	N
From that sun's deepening glow	O
Why does she not a moment glance	P
Between the clustering flowers	Q
And mark in heaven the radiant dance	P
Of evening's rosy hours	Q
O look again Still fixed her eye	I
Unsmiling earnest still	R
And fast her pen and fingers fly	I
Urged by her eager will	R
	-
Her soul is in th'absorbing task	S
To whom then doth she write	D
Nay watch her still more closely ask	S
Her own eyes' serious light	D
Where do they turn as now her pen	T
Hangs o'er th'unfinished line	U
Whence fell the tearful gleam that then	T
Did in their dark spheres shine	U
The summer parlour looks so dark	V
When from that sky you turn	W
And from th'expanse of that green park	V
You scarce may aught discern	W
	-
Yet o'er the piles of porcelain rare	M
O'er flower stand couch and vase	X
Sloped as if leaning on the air	M
One picture meets the gaze	Y
'Tis there she turns you may not see	Z
Distinct what form defines	H
The clouded mass of mystery	Z
Yon broad gold frame confines	H
But look again inured to shade	A2
Your eyes now faintly trace	X
A stalwart form a massive head	B2
A firm determined face	X
	-
Black Spanish locks a sunburnt cheek	C2
A brow high broad and white	D
Where every furrow seems to speak	C2
Of mind and moral might	D
Is that her god I cannot tell	D2
Her eye a moment met	E2
Th'impending picture then it fell	D2
Darkened and dimmed and wet	E2
A moment more her task is done	F2
And sealed the letter lies	G2
And now towards the setting sun	F2
She turns her tearful eyes	G2
	-
Those tears flow over wonder not	H2
For by the inscription see	Z
In what a strange and distant spot	H2
Her heart of hearts must be	Z
Three seas and many a league of land	I2
That letter must pass o'er	J2
Ere read by him to whose loved hand	I2
'Tis sent from England's shore	K2
Remote colonial wilds detain	L2
Her husband loved though stern	W
She 'mid that smiling English scene	M2
Weeps for his wished return	W

Charlotte Bronte

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