Come, Walk With Me Poem by Emily Jane Brontë

Come, Walk With Me

Rating: 3.4

Come, walk with me,
There's only thee
To bless my spirit now -
We used to love on winter nights
To wander through the snow;
Can we not woo back old delights?
The clouds rush dark and wild
They fleck with shade our mountain heights
The same as long ago
And on the horizon rest at last
In looming masses piled;
While moonbeams flash and fly so fast
We scarce can say they smiled -

Come walk with me, come walk with me;
We were not once so few
But Death has stolen our company
As sunshine steals the dew -
He took them one by one and we
Are left the only two;
So closer would my feelings twine
Because they have no stay but thine -

'Nay call me not - it may not be
Is human love so true?
Can Friendship's flower droop on for years
And then revive anew?
No, though the soil be wet with tears,
How fair soe'er it grew
The vital sap once perished
Will never flow again
And surer than that dwelling dread,
The narrow dungeon of the dead
Time parts the hearts of men -'

Nyccy Dee 06 January 2013

Heart breaking...............................

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Susan Williams 28 April 2016

The imagery in this poem is particularly well-done. She sets a melancholy tone with those dark clouds. She also uses alliteration in like 'fly, ' and 'flash, '. Then there is the touch of personification with the smiling moonbeams. And voila! A beautifully sad poem.

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Komagal Rajamohan 26 March 2012 loving it.....

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Ecem Gerede 22 August 2014

Great poem...

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Thomas Miller 20 December 2013

Oh my Lord, that one could know Emily in person!

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Jodi Gaski 20 July 2023

Beautiful description of mourning and accepting the inevitable ending

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Rose Marie Juan-austin 20 July 2023

A deeply poignant and touching poem adorned with superb imagery and wonderful poetic expressions. So well crafted and executed.

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Soniya Sarkar 20 July 2023

Wow! !

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Rojina Aktar 09 February 2022

Throughout the third stanza the poet uses personification to describe how the passage of time diminishes all joy and hope such as 'Can friendship's flower droop on for years' and 'surer than that dwelling dread, the narrow dungeon of the dead'

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Chinedu Dike 28 January 2022

Beautiful rendition of words, a work of an intricate mind.

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Emily Jane Brontë

Emily Jane Brontë

Thornton / Yorkshire
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