Today's Stichomancy for Margaret Thatcher

The excerpt represents the core issue or deciding factor on which you must meditate, and is drawn from Poems by Bronte Sisters:

The clouds so darkly pile. That open book has lain, unread, For hours upon your knee; You've never smiled nor turned your head; What can you, sister, see?"

"Come hither, Jane, look down the field; How dense a mist creeps on! The path, the hedge, are both concealed, Ev'n the white gate is gone No landscape through the fog I trace, No hill with pastures green;