Anne Brontë

(7 January 1820 – 28 May 1849 / Thornton, West Riding of Yorkshire, England)

A Reminiscence - Poem by Anne Brontë

YES, thou art gone ! and never more
Thy sunny smile shall gladden me ;
But I may pass the old church door,
And pace the floor that covers thee.

May stand upon the cold, damp stone,
And think that, frozen, lies below
The lightest heart that I have known,
The kindest I shall ever know.

Yet, though I cannot see thee more,
'Tis still a comfort to have seen ;
And though thy transient life is o'er,
'Tis sweet to think that thou hast been ;

To think a soul so near divine,
Within a form so angel fair,
United to a heart like thine,
Has gladdened once our humble sphere.


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  • Susan Williams (3/30/2018 3:39:00 PM)


    Death. Reconciling ourselves to it is difficult, she seems to have found a way and is reconciled to it- Yet, though I cannot see thee more, / 'Tis still a comfort to have seen; / And though thy transient life is o'er, / 'Tis sweet to think that thou hast been; (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, May 10, 2001

Poem Edited: Thursday, May 10, 2001


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