/Poetry/Evening-Comfort/
Evening comfort
charlotte bronte
There are hidden treasures in the heart,
Secret preservation, sealed in silence; ?
Thoughts, hopes, dreams, happiness,
Whose charm was broken, if revealed.
The days may pass in the confusion of homosexuality,
The rosy night is flying,
At the same time, lost in the illusion of fame or wealth,
Memories of the past may fade away.
But, for a few hours of lonely meditation,
As in the silent arrival night,
When the birds gently close their wings,
The best feeling of the heart is gathered at home.
Then there seems to be haggard in our souls.
Not sad, gentle sadness;
And the thoughts that once groaned in pain,
Now I only shed some gentle tears.
Feelings, once as strong as passion,
Float back gently? Faded dreams;
Our own strong feelings of sadness and wildness,
Other people's suffering stories seem.
Oh! When the heart just bleeds,
How I long for that moment,
When crossing the fog of years,
Its sorrow lives in fantasy!
It can stay in the moonlight,
The shadows and loneliness of dusk;
As the sky gets darker and darker,
Can't you feel the strange pain that can't be said?
Only a deeper impulse
In lonely moments and dark rooms,
Solemn thoughts fly to heaven,
Looking for the future life and world.
/Poetry/Evening Star/
evening star
Edgar Allan Poe
It's noon in summer,
And midnight;
Stars, in their orbits,
Through the light, give off a pale light
The bright and cold moon,
The planet is her slave,
She's in heaven by herself,
Her beam on the waves.
I stared for a moment.
Give her a cold smile;
It's too cold-too cold for me-
There is transmission, as a shroud,
A fluffy cloud,
I turned to you,
Proud evening star,
In your distant glory,
Your beam will be more precious;
For the happiness in my heart
Is the proud part.
You're in heaven at night,
I admire more.
Your distant fire,
Colder, lower light than that.