And I am weary of the anguishIncreasing winters bear;Weary to watch the spirit languishThrough years of dead despair.So, — Emily Brontë, Poems by Currer, Ellis, and Acton Bell
And I am weary of the anguishIncreasing winters bear;Weary to watch the spirit languishThrough years of dead despair.So, — Emily Brontë, Poems by Currer, Ellis, and Acton Bell
And I am weary of the anguishIncreasing winters bear;Weary to watch the spirit languishThrough years of dead despair.So, — Emily Brontë, Poems by Currer, Ellis, and Acton Bell
And I am weary of the anguishIncreasing winters bear;Weary to watch the spirit languishThrough years of dead despair.So, — Emily Brontë, Poems by Currer, Ellis, and Acton Bell
And I am weary of the anguishIncreasing winters bear;Weary to watch the spirit languishThrough years of dead despair.So, — Emily Brontë, Poems by Currer, Ellis, and Acton Bell
And I am weary of the anguishIncreasing winters bear;Weary to watch the spirit languishThrough years of dead despair.So, — Emily Brontë, Poems by Currer, Ellis, and Acton Bell
And I am weary of the anguishIncreasing winters bear;Weary to watch the spirit languishThrough years of dead despair.So, — Emily Brontë, Poems by Currer, Ellis, and Acton Bell
And I am weary of the anguishIncreasing winters bear;Weary to watch the spirit languishThrough years of dead despair.So, — Emily Brontë, Poems by Currer, Ellis, and Acton Bell
And I am weary of the anguishIncreasing winters bear;Weary to watch the spirit languishThrough years of dead despair.So, — Emily Brontë, Poems by Currer, Ellis, and Acton Bell
And I am weary of the anguishIncreasing winters bear;Weary to watch the spirit languishThrough years of dead despair.So, — Emily Brontë, Poems by Currer, Ellis, and Acton Bell
And I am weary of the anguishIncreasing winters bear;Weary to watch the spirit languishThrough years of dead despair.So, — Emily Brontë, Poems by Currer, Ellis, and Acton Bell
And I am weary of the anguishIncreasing winters bear;Weary to watch the spirit languishThrough years of dead despair.So, — Emily Brontë, Poems by Currer, Ellis, and Acton Bell
And I am weary of the anguishIncreasing winters bear;Weary to watch the spirit languishThrough years of dead despair.So, — Emily Brontë, Poems by Currer, Ellis, and Acton Bell
And I am weary of the anguishIncreasing winters bear;Weary to watch the spirit languishThrough years of dead despair.So, — Emily Brontë, Poems by Currer, Ellis, and Acton Bell
And I am weary of the anguishIncreasing winters bear;Weary to watch the spirit languishThrough years of dead despair.So, — Emily Brontë, Poems by Currer, Ellis, and Acton Bell
And I am weary of the anguishIncreasing winters bear;Weary to watch the spirit languishThrough years of dead despair.So, — Emily Brontë, Poems by Currer, Ellis, and Acton Bell
And I am weary of the anguishIncreasing winters bear;Weary to watch the spirit languishThrough years of dead despair.So, — Emily Brontë, Poems by Currer, Ellis, and Acton Bell
And I am weary of the anguishIncreasing winters bear;Weary to watch the spirit languishThrough years of dead despair.So, — Emily Brontë, Poems by Currer, Ellis, and Acton Bell
And I am weary of the anguishIncreasing winters bear;Weary to watch the spirit languishThrough years of dead despair.So, — Emily Brontë, Poems by Currer, Ellis, and Acton Bell
And I am weary of the anguishIncreasing winters bear;Weary to watch the spirit languishThrough years of dead despair.So, — Emily Brontë, Poems by Currer, Ellis, and Acton Bell
And I am weary of the anguishIncreasing winters bear;Weary to watch the spirit languishThrough years of dead despair.So, — Emily Brontë, Poems by Currer, Ellis, and Acton Bell
And I am weary of the anguishIncreasing winters bear;Weary to watch the spirit languishThrough years of dead despair.So, — Emily Brontë, Poems by Currer, Ellis, and Acton Bell
And I am weary of the anguishIncreasing winters bear;Weary to watch the spirit languishThrough years of dead despair.So, — Emily Brontë, Poems by Currer, Ellis, and Acton Bell
And I am weary of the anguishIncreasing winters bear;Weary to watch the spirit languishThrough years of dead despair.So, — Emily Brontë, Poems by Currer, Ellis, and Acton Bell
And I am weary of the anguishIncreasing winters bear;Weary to watch the spirit languishThrough years of dead despair.So, — Emily Brontë, Poems by Currer, Ellis, and Acton Bell
And I am weary of the anguishIncreasing winters bear;Weary to watch the spirit languishThrough years of dead despair.So, — Emily Brontë, Poems by Currer, Ellis, and Acton Bell
And I am weary of the anguishIncreasing winters bear;Weary to watch the spirit languishThrough years of dead despair.So, — Emily Brontë, Poems by Currer, Ellis, and Acton Bell
And I am weary of the anguishIncreasing winters bear;Weary to watch the spirit languishThrough years of dead despair.So, — Emily Brontë, Poems by Currer, Ellis, and Acton Bell
And I am weary of the anguishIncreasing winters bear;Weary to watch the spirit languishThrough years of dead despair.So, — Emily Brontë, Poems by Currer, Ellis, and Acton Bell
And I am weary of the anguishIncreasing winters bear;Weary to watch the spirit languishThrough years of dead despair.So, — Emily Brontë, Poems by Currer, Ellis, and Acton Bell
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And I am weary of the anguishIncreasing winters bear;Weary to watch the spirit languishThrough years of dead despair.So, if a tear, when thou art dying,Should haply fall from me,It is but that my soul is sighing,To go and rest with thee.

— Emily Brontë, Poems by Currer, Ellis, and Acton Bell
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