Charlotte Brontë Poems
|2.||The Wife's Will||5/10/2001|
|9.||The Teacher's Monologue||5/10/2001|
|10.||Pilate's Wife's Dream||5/10/2001|
|13.||Speak Of The North! A Lonely Moor||12/31/2002|
|21.||On The Death Of Anne Brontë||5/10/2001|
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On The Death Of Anne 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,
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.