Sunday, March 28, 2010

a sunday story.

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The crows sailing overheard perhaps watched me while I took this survey.
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 I wonder what they thought: they must have considered
 I was very careful and timid at first,
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and that gradually I grew very bold and reckless.
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A peep, and then a long stare; and then a departure from me niche
 and a straying out into the meadow;
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and a sudden stop full in front of the great mansion,
 and a protracted, hardy faze towards it.
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'What affectation of diffidence was this at first?'
 they might have demanded,'What stupid regardlessness now?'3606845570b93aeb98ce.jpg
Hear an illustration, reader.
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A lover finds his mistress asleep on a mossy bank;
 he wished to catch a glimpse of her fair face without waking her.
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He steals softly over the grass, careful to make no sound;
 he pauses–fancying she has stirred:
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he withdraws; not for worlds would he be seen.
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All is still: he again advances: he bends above her; a light veil rests on her features:
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he lifts it, bends lower;
 now his eyes anticipate the vision of beauty–
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warm, and blooming, and lovely, in rest.
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How hurried was their first glance!
 But how they fix! How he starts!
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How he suddenly and vehemently clasps in both arms the form
 he dared not, a moment since, touch with his finger!
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How he calls aloud a name, and drops his burden,
 and gazes on it wildly!
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He thus grasps and cries, and gazes,
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because he no longer fears to waken by and sound he can utter–
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by any movement he can make.
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He thought his love slept sweetly:
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he finds she is stone-dead.
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I looked with timorous joy towards a stately house:
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I saw a blackened ruin.

Excerpt from Jane Eyre by Charlotte Brontë
Photographs by the amazing Olivia Grace Bolles, who at just 15 has grabbed the attention of Dazed & Confused magazine! Congrats!

in need of sleeping off the sunday weather blues.

1 comment:

Hope Chella said...

These pictures are beautiful :)

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