The human heart..

Evening Solace

THE human heart has hidden treasures,
In secret kept, in silence sealed;­
The thoughts, the hopes, the dreams, the pleasures,
Whose charms were broken if revealed.
And days may pass in gay confusion,
And nights in rosy riot fly,
While, lost in Fame's or Wealth's illusion,
The memory of the Past may die

Charlotte Brontë

illustration..gathering primroses Annie Henniker


Castles Crowns and Cottages said...

What a lovely refuge to come to in my hectic life; first day back was marvelous, but if all I had to do was teach, it would be heaven. Other duties and driving time and preparation are stressful. I need to go to NOWHERE, SOMETIME, ANYWHERE, FOREVER! Anita

GrandmaK said...

This is such a wonderful poem and the picture is delightful! Have a grand day! Cathy