Quote#Speech
But then to wake and find it flown
Quote byAnne Brontë · 1820–1849
Commonly attributed — not confirmed in an authoritative edition. Cited on Wikiquote to: Dreams (1845).
English (original)
But then to wake and find it flown, The dream of happiness destroyed, To find myself unloved, alone, What tongue can speak the dreary void? A heart whence warm affections flow, Creator, thou hast given to me, And am I only thus to know How sweet the joys of love would be?
— Anne Brontë
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