Mild the mist upon the hill
Emily Brontë
1818 to 1848
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Blue mists, sweet mists of summer pall
I watch this cloudy evening fall
The damp stands on the long green grass
Mild the mist upon the hill
No, the day has wept its fill,
Spent its store of silent sorrow.
As thick as morning's tears,
I am a child once more,
O, I'm gone back to the days of youth,
And near the old hall door
Telling not of storms tomorrow;
That breathe of other years.
And dreamy scents of fragrance pass
The horizon's mountain chain.
And 'neath my father's sheltering roof
After a day of rain;