Long neglect has worn away <br />Half the sweet enchanting smile; <br />Time has turned the bloom to gray; <br />Mold and damp the face defile. <br /> <br />But that lock of silky hair, <br />Still beneath the picture twined, <br />Tells what once those features were, <br />Paints their image on the mind. <br /> <br />Fair the hand that traced that line, <br />“Dearest, ever deem me true”; <br />Swiftly flew the fingers fine <br />When the pen that motto drew.<br /><br />Emily Jane Brontë<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/long-neglect-has-worn-away/
