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The first poem I would like to share with you is from Emily Bront�.
The starry night shall tidings bring:
� Go out upon the breezy moor-
Watch for a bird with sable wing,
� And beak and talons dropping gore.
Look not around, look not beneath,
� But mutely trace its airy way-
Mark where it lights upon the heath;
� Then, wanderer, kneel thee down and pray.
What fortune may await thee there,
� I will not, and I dare not tell;
But Heaven is moved by fervent prayer,
� And God is mercy; fare thee well!