Explore "Winter Stores. Currer Bell" by Charlotte Brontë on Textopian. Read with annotations and highlights.
We take from life one little share, / And say that this shall be / A space, redeemed from toil and care, / From tears and sadness free.
And, haply, Death unstrings his bow, / And Sorrow stands apart, / And, for a little while, we know / The sunshine of the heart.