Retirement Poem by Anne Brontë
Retirement
O, let me be alone a while,
No human form is nigh.
And may I sing and muse aloud,
No mortal ear is by.
Away! ye dreams of earthly bliss,
Ye earthly cares begone:
Depart! ye restless wandering thoughts,
And let me be alone!
One hour, my spirit, stretch thy wings,
And quit this joyless sod,
Bask in the sunshine of the sky,
And be alone with God!
Disappointments may lead us to disenchantment with life and to seek a meeting with God, the ultimate refuge of a man. Thanks. I quote some beautiful lines as under: One hour, my spirit, stretch thy wings, And quit this joyless sod, Bask in the sunshine of the sky, And be alone with God!
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4/22/2024 6:43:34 AM # 1.0.0.1119
So beautifully depicted human emotions that take over us at a certain time of life.