You Think Too Much

"You think too much, my sister dear;
You sit too long alone;
What though November days be drear?
Full soon will they be gone.
I've swept the hearth, and placed your chair.
Come, Emma, sit by me;
Our own fireside is never drear,
Though late and wintry wane the year,
Though rough the night may be."

-Charlotte Bronte

Edie Campbell by Tim Barber for Muse Fall 2011, via FashionGoneRogue