User:Phaedriel/Today/June 30, 2007

Today is Antandrus's day!   Oh, I am very weary, Though tears no longer flow; My eyes are tires of weeping, My heart is sick of woe;

My life is very lonely, My days pass heavily, I'm wearing of repining, Wilt thou not come to me?

And then I see your friendly form Smiling, calling to me alone! And while I hold it with my warmth What bliss to think it is my own!

And glances then may meet my eyes That daylight never showed to me; What raptures in my bosom rise, Those earnest looks of love to see,

To feel my hand so kindly prest, To know myself beloved at last, To think my heart has found a rest, My life of solitude is past!

Anne Brontë

Happy Day, Antandrus!