YOU SHOULD NOT KNOW THE DESPAIR
Should not you know despair
if the stars sparkle every night;
If the dew falls silent at night
and the sun gilds the morning.
Should not you know despair,
although the tears to flow in rivers:
are not the most favorite years
forever in your heart?
Cry, you cry, so it must be;
The wind sighs of your sighs,
and tears fall from winter snow
where lie the autumn leaves;
well, soon reborn, and your destiny
since they can not be separated:
continue your journey, if not with joy,
well, never despair!
(Emily Jane Bronte)