early Spring

Was it the smile of early spring

That made my bosom glow?

'Twas sweet, but neither sun nor wind
Could raise my spirit so.



Was it some feeling of delight,
All vague and undefined?

No, 'twas a rapture deep and strong,
Expanding in the mind!"


Anne Bronte

Thorn

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But he that dares not grasp the thorn
Should never crave the rose.

Anne Bronte