The Brontë Society
: 4 December 1838, Emily Brontë, 'A little while', written at Law Hill School:
A little while, a little while
The noisy crowd are barred away;
And I can sing and I can smile -
A little while I've holyday!
Where wilt thou go my harassed heart?
Full many a land invites thee now;
And places near, and far apart
Have rest for thee, my weary brow -
There is a spot mid barren hills
Where winter howls and driving rain
But if the dreary tempest chills
There is a light that warms again
The house is old, the trees are bare
And moonless bends the misty dome
But what on earth is half so dear
So longed for as the hearth of home?
The mute bird sitting on the stone,
The dank moss dripping from the wall,
The garden-walk with weeds o'e'r'-grown
I love them - how I love them all!
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