Transcript text: a book of poetry with her sisters. Anne and Emily, in which this poom appears.
from "The Letter" by Charlotte Brontë
What is she writing? Watch her now,
How fast her fingers move!
How eagerly her youthful brow is bent in thought above!
Her long curls, drooping, shade the light,
She puts them quick aside.
Nor knows that band of crystals bright,
Her hasty touch untied.
it slips adown her silken dress,
Falls glittering at her feet:
Unmarked it falls, for she no less
pursues her labour sweet...