Thinking Outloud…

The very grey rocks, looking on, 
Asked, “What do you do here?”
And I could utter no reply: 
In sooth I did not know

Why I had brought a clouded eye

To greet the general glow.
So, resting on a heathy bank, 
I took my heart to me;

And we together sadly sank 
Into a reverie.

Emily Bronte –

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