Charlotte Brontë

To toil, to think, to long, to grieve,—Is such my future fate?The morn was dreary, must the eveBe also desolate?


To toil, to think, to long, to grieve,—Is such my future fate?The morn was dreary, must the eveBe also desolate?

– Charlotte Brontë –

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