"If I could I would always work in silence and obscurity, and let my efforts be known by their results."
"Tis moonlight, summer moonlight, All soft and still and fair; The solemn hour of midnight Breathes sweet thoughts everywhere, But most where trees are sending Their breezy boughs on high, Or stooping low are lending A shelter from the sky. And there in those wild bowers A lovely form is laid; Green grass and dew-steeped flowers Wave gently round her head."
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Source: Emily Bronte, “Moonlight, Summer Moonlight”
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