Charlotte Brontë Poems
|2.||The Wife's Will||5/10/2001|
|9.||Pilate's Wife's Dream||5/10/2001|
|11.||The Teacher's Monologue||5/10/2001|
|13.||Speak Of The North! A Lonely Moor||12/31/2002|
|21.||On The Death Of Anne Brontë||5/10/2001|
Comments about Charlotte Brontë
Long ago I wished to leave
" The house where I was born; "
Long ago I used to grieve,
My home seemed so forlorn.
In other years, its silent rooms
Were filled with haunting fears;
Now, their very memory comes
O'ercharged with tender tears.
Life and marriage I have known,
Things once deemed so bright;
Now, how utterly is flown
Every ray of light !
'Mid the unknown sea of life
I no blest isle have found;
At last, through all its wild wave's strife,
My bark is homeward bound.
Farewell, dark and rolling deep !
WE take from life one little share,
And say that this shall be
A space, redeemed from toil and care,
From tears and sadness free.
And, haply, Death unstrings his bow
And Sorrow stands apart,
And, for a little while, we know
The sunshine of the heart.