Charlotte Bronte Quotes

We wove a web in childhood, A web of sunny air; We dug a spring in infancy Of water pure and fair; We sowed in youth a mustard seed, We cut an almond rod; We are now grown up to riper age— Are they withered in the sod?
Charlotte Bronte
Charlotte Bronte

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