J. C. Squire, ed. A Book of Women’s Verse. 1921.
By Anne Brontë (18201849)In Memory of a Happy Day in February
I
Were far away from me;
The sun shone on the withered grass,
The wind blew fresh and free.
That made my bosom glow?
’Twas sweet; but neither sun nor wind
Could cheer my spirit so.
All vague and undefined?
No; ’twas a rapture sweet and strong,
Expanding in the mind.
And all its transient bliss,
A hope of bright prosperity?
Oh, no! it was not this.
Unto my spirit given,
Illumined by a ray of light
That shone direct from heaven.