User:Phaedriel/Today/17

Today is One Night In Hackney's day!   Gloomily the clouds are sailing O'er the dimly moonlit sky; Dolefully the wind is wailing; Not another sound is nigh; Only I can hear it sweeping Heathclad hill and woodland dale, And at times the nights's sad weeping Sounds above its dying wail.

But such wild, such bitter grieving Fits not slender boys like thee; Such deep sighs should not be heaving Breasts so young as thine must be.

Life with thee is only springing; Summer in thy pathway lies; Every day is nearer bringing June's bright flowers and glowing skies.

Ah, he sees no brighter morrow! He is not too young to prove All the pain and all the sorrow That attend the steps of love!

Anne Brontë

Happy Day, ONIH!