I know not how it falls on me : : By Emily Brontë : : : : I know not how it falls on me, 1This summer evening, hushed and lone; 2Yet the faint wind comes soothingly 3With something of an olden tone. 4 Forgive me if I’ve shunned so long 5Your gentle greeting, earthContinue reading “I know not how it falls on me : Emily Brontë : : Evening Poems : :”