Emily Jane Brontë

(30 July 1818 – 19 December 1848 / Thornton / Yorkshire)

Oh, For The Time When I Shall Sleep - Poem by Emily Jane Brontë

Oh, for the time when I shall sleep
Without identity,
And never care how rain may steep,
Or snow may cover me!
No promised heaven these wild desires
Could all, or half, fulful;
No threatened hell, with quenchless fires,
Subdue this quenchless will!

So said I, and still say the same;
Still, to my death, will say—
Three gods within this little frame
Are warring night and day:
Heaven could not hold them all, and yet
They all are held in me;
And must be mine till I forget
My present entity!

Oh, for the time when in my breast
Their struggles will be o'er!
Oh, for the day when I shall rest,
And never suffer more!


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Poem Submitted: Monday, December 19, 2011

Poem Edited: Monday, December 19, 2011


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