Emily Jane Bronte: "Mild The Mist Upon The Hill"

Mild The Mist Upon The Hill

Mild the mist upon the hill
telling not of storms tomorrow;
no, the day has wept its fill,
spent its store of silent sorrow.

O, I’m gone back to the days of youth,
I am a child once more,
and neath my father’sheltering roof
and near the old hall door

I watch this cloudy evening fall
After a day of raining;
blue mists, sweet mists of summer pall
the horizon’s mountain chain.

The damp stands on the long green grass
as thick as morning’s tears,
and dreamy scents of fragrance pass
that breathe of other years.

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Embun Di Atas Bukit

Embun di atas bukit
kabarkan esok badai tak datang;
namun, hari telah tangisi segalanya,
cucurkan kepedihan yang bungkam

o, aku kembali beranjak muda,
kembali jadi kanak lagi,
dan berteduh di bawah tegap dagu ayah
dekat sebuah pintu tua

ku saksikan awan petang bersingsut turun
setelah rimbun hujan;
embun biru, embun yang indah pada musim panas yang pucat
di cakrawala rentetan gunung-gunung

kabut selubungi hamparan hijau rerumputan
sepekat air mata sang pagi,
dan seharum wewangian alam mimpi
nafas tahun-tahun yang lain.


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