ghizela rowe - emily bronte - at castle wood كلمات أغنية

the day is done, the winter sun
is setting in its sullen sky;
and drear the course that has been run
and dim the hearts that slowly die

no star will light my coming night;
no morn of hope for me will shine;
i mourn not heaven would blast my sight
and i ne’er longed for joys divine

through life’s hard task i did not ask
celestial aid, celestial cheer;
i saw my fate without its mask
and met it too without a tear

the grief that pressed my aching breast
was heavier far than earth can be;
and who would dread eternal rest
when labour’s hour was agony?

dark falls the fear of this despair
on spirits born of happiness;
but i was bred the mate of care
the foster_child of sore distress

no sighs for me, no sympathy
no wish to keep my soul below;
the heart is dead in infancy
unwept_for let the body go

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