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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.
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.
Was it some feeling of delight,
  All vague and undefined?        10
No; ’twas a rapture sweet and strong,
  Expanding in the mind.
Was it a sanguine view of life,
  And all its transient bliss,
A hope of bright prosperity?        15
  Oh, no! it was not this.
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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