Snakecharmer

A little while, a little while
The noisy crowd are barred away;
And I can sing and I can smile -
A little while I've holyday!
 
Where wilt thou go my harassed heart?
Full many a land invites thee now;
And places near, and far apart
Have rest for thee, my weary brow -

 
Emily Brontë, ur dikten "A little while"