' That sunset ! look beneath the boughs, 

 Over the copse beyond the hills ; 

 How soft, yet deep and warm it glows, 

 And heaven with rich suffusion fills ; 

 With hues where still the opal's tint, 

 Its gleam of prisoned fire is blent, 



Where flame through azure thrills ! ' 



Currer Bell, or Charlotte Bronte. 



