An Orphan's Lament Poem by Anne Brontë

An Orphan's Lament

Rating: 2.7


She's gone -- and twice the summer's sun
Has gilt Regina's towers,
And melted wild Angora's snows,
And warmed Exina's bowers.
The flowerets twice on hill and dale
Have bloomed and died away,
And twice the rustling forest leaves
Have fallen to decay,

And thrice stern winter's icy hand
Has checked the river's flow,
And three times o'er the mountains thrown
His spotless robe of snow.

Two summers springs and autumns sad
Three winters cold and grey --
And is it then so long ago
That wild November day!

They say such tears as children weep
Will soon be dried away,
That childish grief however strong
Is only for a day,

And parted friends how dear soe'er
Will soon forgotten be;
It may be so with other hearts,
It is not thus with me.

My mother, thou wilt weep no more
For thou art gone above,
But can I ever cease to mourn
Thy good and fervent love?

While that was mine the world to me
Was sunshine bright and fair;
No feeling rose within my heart
But thou couldst read it there.

And thou couldst feel for all my joys
And all my childish cares
And never weary of my play
Or scorn my foolish fears.

Beneath thy sweet maternal smile
All pain and sorrow fled,
And even the very tears were sweet
Upon thy bosom shed.

Thy loss can never be repaired;
I shall not know again
While life remains, the peaceful joy
That filled my spirit then.

Where shall I find a heart like thine
While life remains to me,
And where shall I bestow the love
I ever bore for thee?

A.H.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Geeta Radhakrishna Menon 16 September 2021

Where shall I find a heart like thine While life remains to me, And where shall I bestow the love I ever bore for thee?

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Rose Marie Juan-austin 16 September 2021

A deeply touching and poignant poem. Beautifully written.

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Chinedu Dike 16 September 2021

A poignant story written in highly twisted diction.

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Jose Gonzalez 16 September 2021

Mom is the only thing you got in this aorkd appreciate it while you still have it cause when that goes it goes.

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Sylvia Frances Chan 16 September 2021

Most touching poem I ever read this morning.5 Stars full. Trully in full brilliance

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Sylvia Frances Chan 16 September 2021

But can I ever cease to mourn Thy good and fervent love? Three years already and she still mourning, this is very true saddest when the beloved mother dies

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Anne Brontë

Anne Brontë

Thornton, West Riding of Yorkshire, England
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