"Me Thinks This Heart..." Poem by Emily Jane Brontë
"Me Thinks This Heart..."
Me thinks this heart should rest awhile
So stilly round the evening falls
The veiled sun sheds no parting smile
Nor mirth nor music wakes my Halls
I have sat lonely all the day
Watching the drizzly mist descend
And first conceal the hills in grey
And then along the valleys wend
And I have sat and watched the trees
And the sad flowers how drear they blow
Those flowers were formed to feel the breeze
Wave their light leaves in summer's glow
Yet their lives passed in gloomy woe
And hopeless comes its dark decline
And I lament because I know
That cold departure pictures mine
5 Stars full for this great Classic Poem Of The Day that made my Day. The great famous poetess I know so well, her poems of course, not she in person
Beautiful poem nicely embellished with poetic rhyme and rhythm.....
A sad poem that reflects the state of the author's mind. Even the flowers and trees look gloomy and depressing.
How very moving and true. Such sensitivity and sadness, sublime!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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10/15/2024 12:19:20 AM # 1.0.0
Dear Reader, Me thinks that Emily Bronte was a little heartbroken or depressed when she wrote this poem. Why does she think that the flowers are sad? Is it because she feels lonely in the mist? A sentiment that I can sympathise with but please do remember that out of solitude, came her success. -Gayathri B. Seetharam