Often rebuked, yet always back returning To those first feelings that were born with me, And leaving busy chase of wealth and learning For idle dreams of things that cannot be: Today, I will seek not the shadowy region; Its unsustaining vastness waxes drear; And visions rising, legion after legion, […] Read more

When days of Beauty deck the earth Or stormy nights descend How well my spirit knows the path On which it ought to wend It seeks the consecrated spot Beloved in childhood’s years The space between is all forgot Its suffering and its tears. Emily Bronte Read more