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Selections from poems by Charlotte Brontë
 
 
ON THE DEATH OF EMILY JANE BRONTЁ
by Charlotte Brontë
 
My darling, thou wilt never know
The grinding agony of woe
That we have borne for three.
Thus may we consolation tear
E’en from the depth of our despair
And wasting misery.
 
The nightly anguish thou art spared
When all the crushing truth is bared
To the awakening mind,
When the galled heart is pierced with grief,
Till wildly it implores relief,
But small relief can find.
 
Nor know’st thou what it is to lie
Looking forth with streaming eye
On life’s lone wilderness.
‘Weary, weary, dark and drear,
How shall I the journey bear,
The burden and distress?’
 
Then since thou art spared such pain
We will not wish three here again;
He that lives must mourn.
God help us through our misery
And give us rest and joy with thee
When we reach our bourne!
 
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On The Death Of Anne Brontë
by Charlotte Brontë
 

There's little joy in life for me,
And little terror in the grave ;
I 've lived the parting hour to see
Of one I would have died to save.
 
Calmly to watch the failing breath,
Wishing each sigh might be the last ;
 Longing to see the shade of death
O'er those belovd features cast.
 
The cloud, the stillness that must part
The darling of my life from me ;
And then to thank God from my heart,
To thank Him well and fervently ;
 
Although I knew that we had lost
The hope and glory of our life ;
And now, benighted, tempest-tossed,
Must bear alone the weary strife.
© Митрофанова Екатерина Борисовна, 2009 |