Джейн Эйр / Jane Eyre

Bessie had now finished dusting and tidying the room, and having washed her hands, she opened a certain little drawer, full of splendid shreds of silk and satin, and began making a new bonnet for Georgiana’s doll. Meantime she sang: her song was —

�In the days when we went gipsying,

A long time ago.’

I had often heard the song before, and always with lively delight; for Bessie had a sweet voice – at least, I thought so. But now, though her voice was still sweet, I found in its melody an indescribable sadness.

�My feet they are sore, and my limbs they are weary;

Long is the way, and the mountains are wild;

Soon will the twilight close moonless and dreary

Over the path of the poor orphan child.

Why did they send me so far and so lonely,

Up where the moors spread and grey rocks are piled?

Men are hard-hearted, and kind angels only

Watch o’er the steps of a poor orphan child.

Yet distant and soft the night breeze is blowing,

Clouds there are none, and clear stars beam mild,

God, in His mercy, protection is showing,

Comfort and hope to the poor orphan child.

Ev’n should I fall o’er the broken bridge passing,

Or stray in the marshes, by false lights beguiled,

Still will my Father, with promise and blessing,

Take to His bosom the poor orphan child.

�There is a thought that for strength should avail me;

Though both of shelter and kindred despoiled;

Heaven is a home, and a rest will not fail me;

God is a friend to the poor orphan child.’

�Come, Miss Jane, don’t cry,’ said Bessie as she finished. She might as well have said to the fire, �don’t burn!’ but how could she divine the morbid suffering to which I was a prey? In the course of the morning Mr.

�What, already up!’ said he, as he entered the nursery. �Well, nurse, how is she?’

Bessie answered that I was doing very well.

�Then she ought to look more cheerful. Come here, Miss Jane; your name is Jane, is it not?’

�Yes, sir; Jane Eyre.’

�Well, you have been crying, Miss Jane Eyre; can you tell me what about? Have you any pain?’

�No, sir.