Charlotte Brontë

(21 April 1816 – 31 March 1855 / Yorkshire, England)

On The Death Of Anne Brontë - Poem 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 belovèd 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.

Comments about On The Death Of Anne Brontë by Charlotte Brontë

  • Gold Star - 8,453 Points Francis Lynch (9/7/2015 8:22:00 PM)

    Sounds like a cry for doctor assisted suiced. Must have been a horrible death. I've witnessed a few of those, and are glad the suffering for all concerned ends. Ugh. (Report) Reply

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  • Gold Star - 28,986 Points Kim Barney (9/7/2015 6:16:00 PM)

    A sad goodbye for her sister. I think most of us would give our own lives to save that of a loved one, as she said she would do. Makes my heart ache. (Report) Reply

  • Gold Star - 5,000 Points Elizabeth Padillo Olesen (9/7/2015 1:39:00 PM)

    Nice poem with the tones of hope and utter surrender. (Report) Reply

  • Gold Star - 5,220 Points Kinyua Karanja (9/7/2015 4:18:00 AM)

    To see someone you would have given your life to save parting to eternity is something traumatizing and emotionally painful. Something we wish it doesn't happen in our life time but does. Nice Poem. (Report) Reply

  • Gold Star - 41,611 Points Mohammed Asim Nehal (9/7/2015 2:59:00 AM)

    Death is ultimate, live life fully till death takes us apart.......... (Report) Reply

  • Gold Star - 38,233 Points Rajnish Manga (9/7/2015 2:31:00 AM)

    Death of a young member of the family is a great tragedy and the feelings of anguish associated with the moment have been portrayed solemnly. Amazing poem. I quote:
    And now, benighted, tempest-tossed,
    Must bear alone the weary strife. (Report) Reply

  • Gold Star - 21,718 Points .., Rahman .., Henry (9/7/2015 1:10:00 AM)

    Parting hour poem of Charlotte Brontë, A beauty of sigh and grief. I like it so much. I've translated this poem into Bengali for my Begali friends. The rhyme in translated version is also as in original. Friends from Bengali languge are requested to read my Bengali version too. Thanks. (Report) Reply

  • Gold Star - 15,816 Points Ramesh T A (9/7/2015 12:32:00 AM)

    Time before the death of a beloved is wonderfully expressed in this poem! Most moving to read! (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, May 10, 2001

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