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Charlotte Bronte - Regret
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Long ago I wished to leave 
"The house where I was born;" 
Long ago I used to grieve, 
My home seemed so forlorn. 
In other years, its silent rooms 
Were filled with haunting fears; 
Now, their very memory comes 
O`ercharged with tender tears. 

Life and marriage I have known, 
Things once deemed so bright; 
Now, how utterly is flown 
Every ray of light! 
`Mid the unknown sea of life 
I no blest isle have found; 
At last, through all its wild wave`s strife, 
My bark is homeward bound. 

Farewell, dark and rolling deep! 
Farewell, foreign shore! 
Open, in unclouded sweep, 
Thou glorious realm before! 
Yet, though I had safely pass`d
That weary, vexed main, 
One loved voice, through surge and blast, 
Could call me back again. 

Though the soul`s bright morning rose 
O`er Paradise for me, 
William! even from Heaven`s repose 
I`d turn, invoked by thee! 
Storm nor surge should e`er arrest 
My soul, exulting then: 
All my heaven was once thy breast, 
Would it were mine again!
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