Emily Jane Brontë

(30 July 1818 – 19 December 1848 / Thornton / Yorkshire)

Come, Walk With Me - Poem by Emily Jane Brontë

Come, walk with me,
There's only thee
To bless my spirit now -
We used to love on winter nights
To wander through the snow;
Can we not woo back old delights?
The clouds rush dark and wild
They fleck with shade our mountain heights
The same as long ago
And on the horizon rest at last
In looming masses piled;
While moonbeams flash and fly so fast
We scarce can say they smiled -

Come walk with me, come walk with me;
We were not once so few
But Death has stolen our company
As sunshine steals the dew -
He took them one by one and we
Are left the only two;
So closer would my feelings twine
Because they have no stay but thine -

'Nay call me not - it may not be
Is human love so true?
Can Friendship's flower droop on for years
And then revive anew?
No, though the soil be wet with tears,
How fair soe'er it grew
The vital sap once perished
Will never flow again
And surer than that dwelling dread,
The narrow dungeon of the dead
Time parts the hearts of men -'


Comments about Come, Walk With Me by Emily Jane Brontë

  • Mohammed Asim Nehal (7/31/2016 12:58:00 PM)


    Nice flow of the poem makes is easy to read and follow, the call to come and walk is heartfelt and the melancholy tone set in the poem is very touchy. (Report) Reply

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  • Josey Alfred (4/28/2016 10:39:00 PM)


    Very touching,
    Can we not woo back old delights?
    The clouds rush dark and wild.
    The reminiscence of delights retained in the mind the present state of dark cloudy days.. Really great. Thank you for sharing.
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  • Susan Williams (4/28/2016 5:41:00 PM)


    The imagery in this poem is particularly well-done. She sets a melancholy tone with those dark clouds. She also uses alliteration in like 'fly, ' and 'flash, '. Then there is the touch of personification with the smiling moonbeams. And voila! A beautifully sad poem. (Report) Reply

  • Atu-wonders Osim (4/28/2016 4:24:00 PM)


    A very beautiful one (Report) Reply

  • Kim Barney (4/28/2016 11:19:00 AM)


    An eloquent, sad poem.
    We were not once so few
    But Death has stolen our company
    As sunshine steals the dew -
    He took them one by one and we
    Are left the only two;

    This is so much better than the 5.9 rating given by the previous 64 voters.
    (Report) Reply

  • (4/28/2016 7:57:00 AM)


    Can Friendship's flower droop on for years
    And then revive anew?
    ......yes, Emily I believe true friendship can stand the test of Time ★
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  • (4/28/2016 6:25:00 AM)


    But death has stolen our company
    As sunshine steals the dew!
    Very beautiful and tender expression. The poem is full of such amazing lines. Thanks for sharing it here.
    (Report) Reply

  • Edward Kofi Louis (4/28/2016 1:39:00 AM)


    To wander through the snow! Nice work. (Report) Reply

  • Akham Nilabirdhwaja Singh (4/28/2016 1:12:00 AM)


    Wonderful...............love it.. (Report) Reply

  • (12/23/2015 5:06:00 PM)


    truly heart wrenching.... reminds me slightly of Cathy and Heathcliff from Wuthering heights in some aspects (Report) Reply

  • (2/17/2015 6:00:00 AM)


    fantastic (Report) Reply

  • (8/22/2014 8:23:00 AM)


    Great poem... (Report) Reply

  • (7/6/2014 3:38:00 AM)


    Very beautiful and meaningful the real life.......... (Report) Reply

  • (12/20/2013 8:19:00 PM)


    Oh my Lord, that one could know Emily in person! (Report) Reply

  • (1/6/2013 6:46:00 PM)


    Heart breaking............................... (Report) Reply

  • (3/26/2012 11:58:00 AM)


    fantastic.................im loving it..... (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, December 31, 2002

Poem Edited: Monday, December 19, 2011


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