Mild The Mist Upon The Hill Poem by Emily Jane Brontë

Mild The Mist Upon The Hill

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Mild the mist upon the hill
Telling not of storms tomorrow;
No, the day has wept its fill,
Spent its store of silent sorrow.

O, I'm gone back to the days of youth,
I am a child once more,
And 'neath my father's sheltering roof
And near the old hall door

I watch this cloudy evening fall
After a day of rain;
Blue mists, sweet mists of summer pall
The horizon's mountain chain.

The damp stands on the long green grass
As thick as morning's tears,
And dreamy scents of fragrance pass
That breathe of other years.

Amit Mandal 14 November 2017

I am child once more

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David Ogolla 11 October 2019

this is a beautiful poem

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Ruta Mohapatra 10 February 2022

I am a child once more, And 'neath my father's sheltering often have I felt like this!

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Rose Marie Juan-austin 10 February 2022

Beautiful, beautiful poem. So tenderly and wonderfully crafted and executed. Superb imagery.

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MAHTAB BANGALEE 10 February 2022

Let me go back to the dale of childhood

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Chinedu Dike 10 February 2022

A beautiful creation nicely embellished with poetic rhyme and rhythm.............

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Jayne Davies 10 February 2022

Wonderful poem x

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Emily Jane Brontë

Emily Jane Brontë

Thornton / Yorkshire
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