Originally Posted by
fjasim19
i nees help to get the meaning of this poem by Charlotte Bronte:
Obscure and little seen my way "
Obscure and little seen my way
Through life has ever been ,
But winding from my earliest day
Trough many a wondrous scene .
None ever asked waht feelings moved
My heart , or flushed my check,
And if I hoped , or feared or loved
No voice was heared to speak .
I watched , I thought , I studied long ,
The crowds i moved unmarked among ,
I nought to them and they to me
But shapes of strange varaiety .
The Great with all the elusive shine
of power and wealth and lofty line
I long have marked and well I know .