She Dried Her Tears

Portrait of Emily Bronte
Emily Bronte 1818–1848

She dried her tears and they did smile To see her cheeks' returning glow How little dreaming 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

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