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Poem of the Day

All day I’ve toiled, but no with pain. By Emily Bronte

All day I’ve toiled, but not with pain,
In learning’s godlen mine-
And now at eventide again
The moonbeams softly shine.

There is no snow upon the ground,
No frsot on wind or wave-
The south wind blew with gentlest sound
And broke their icy grave.

‘Tis sweet to wander here at night
To watch the winter die,
With heart as summer sunshine light
And warm as summer’s sky.

Oh, may I never lose the peace
That lulls me gently now,
Though time should change my youthful face
And years hsould shade my brow.

True to myself and true to all
May i be healthful still,
And turn away from passion’s call
And Curb my own wild will.

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Poem of the Day

I came across this poem the other day and I greatly enjoyed it.

The Thought Fox by Ted Hughes (1930-98)

I imagine this midnight moment’s forest:

Something else is alive

Besides the clock’s loneliness

And this blank page where my fingers move.

Through the window I see no star:

Something more near

Though deeper within darkness

Is entering the loneliness:

Cold, delicately as the dark snow,

A fox’s nose touches twig, leaf;

Two eyes serve a moment, that now

And again now, and now, and now

Sets neat prints into the snow

Between trees, and warily a lame

Shadow lags by stump and in hollow

Of a body that is bold to come

Across clearings, an eye,

A widening deepening greeness,

Brilliantly, concentratedly,

Coming about its own business

Till, with sudden sharp hot stink of fox

It enters the dark hole of the head.

The window is starless still: the clock ticks,

The page is printed.

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