Friday, 20 April, 2007

LIFE, believe, is not a dream,
So dark as sages say;
Oft a little morning rain
Foretells a pleasant day:
Sometimes there are clouds of gloom,
But these are transient all;
If the shower will make the roses bloom,
Oh, why lament its fall?
Rapidly, merrily,
Life's sunny hours flit by,
Gratefully, cheerily,
Enjoy them as they fly.
What though death at times steps in,
And calls our Best away?
What though Sorrow seems to win,
O'er hope a heavy sway?
Yet Hope again elastic springs,
Unconquered, though she fell,
Still buoyant are her golden wings,
Still strong to bear us well.
Manfuly, fearlessly,
The day of trial bear,
For gloriously, victoriously,
Can courage quell dispair!

-Charlotte Brontë


posted by Munmun at 1:29 PM | Permalink


At 24 April 2007 at 3:19:00 PM IST, Anonymous Eroteme

Beautiful poem... Thanks for sharing it.


At 10 May 2007 at 12:10:00 PM IST, Blogger Munmun

Dear Eroteme,
You are welcome! :-D
The picture inspired the search for the poem ;-) The different phases of life were portrayed so poignantly.