| J. C. Squire, ed. A Book of Women’s Verse. 1921. | | | | In Memory of a Happy Day in February | | By Anne Brontë (1820–1849) |
| | | I WAS alone, for those I loved | |
| Were far away from me; | |
| The sun shone on the withered grass, | |
| The wind blew fresh and free. | |
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| Was it the smile of early spring | 5 |
| That made my bosom glow? | |
| ’Twas sweet; but neither sun nor wind | |
| Could cheer my spirit so. | |
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| Was it some feeling of delight, | |
| All vague and undefined? | 10 |
| No; ’twas a rapture sweet and strong, | |
| Expanding in the mind. | |
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| Was it a sanguine view of life, | |
| And all its transient bliss, | |
| A hope of bright prosperity? | 15 |
| Oh, no! it was not this. | |
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| It was a glimpse of truth divine | |
| Unto my spirit given, | |
| Illumined by a ray of light | |
| That shone direct from heaven. | 20 | | | |
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