At Castle Wood Poem by Emily Jane Brontë
At Castle Wood
The day is done, the winter sun
Is setting in its sullen sky;
And drear the course that has been run,
And dim the hearts that slowly die.
No star will light my coming night;
No morn of hope for me will shine;
I mourn not heaven would blast my sight,
And I ne'er longed for joys divine.
Through life's hard task I did not ask
Celestial aid, celestial cheer;
I saw my fate without its mask,
And met it too without a tear.
The grief that pressed my aching breast
Was heavier far than earth can be;
And who would dread eternal rest
When labour's hour was agony?
Dark falls the fear of this despair
On spirits born of happiness;
But I was bred the mate of care,
The foster-child of sore distress.
No sighs for me, no sympathy,
No wish to keep my soul below;
The heart is dead in infancy,
Unwept-for let the body go.
a very sad poem of accepting ones fate with no light at the end of the tunnel? .................sorrowfully penned.
The poem reflects the state of mind when in despair. Very poignant portrayal. Thanks. No star will light my coming night; No morn of hope for me will shine;
Poignantly beautiful. A reader can feel the anguish and sentiment in this poem.
at castle wood the lonely mind feels the around amazingly; superb poetic expression
" Unwept - for let the body go" .. very sad poem, masterly expressed by Emily as only she could...
So well writter about the lone journey. Every word has to speak and describe the minute emotions it holds within itself. Lovely and beautiful.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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The day is done! Thanks for sharing this poem with us.