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Tuesday, December 31, 2002

Regret

Rating: 3.1
Long ago I wished to leave
" The house where I was born; "
Long ago I used to grieve,
My home seemed so forlorn.
In other years, its silent rooms
Were filled with haunting fears;
Now, their very memory comes
O'ercharged with tender tears.

Life and marriage I have known,
Things once deemed so bright;
Now, how utterly is flown
Every ray of light !
'Mid the unknown sea of life
I no blest isle have found;
At last, through all its wild wave's strife,
My bark is homeward bound.

Farewell, dark and rolling deep !
Farewell, foreign shore !
Open, in unclouded sweep,
Thou glorious realm before !
Yet, though I had safely pass'd
That weary, vexed main,
One loved voice, through surge and blast,
Could call me back again.

Though the soul's bright morning rose
O'er Paradise for me,
William ! even from Heaven's repose
I'd turn, invoked by thee !
Storm nor surge should e'er arrest
My soul, exulting then:
All my heaven was once thy breast,
Would it were mine again !
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COMMENTS
Shereana Buchanan 09 May 2007
I found this very heartwrenching and powerful in such a sad way... but I'm curious too... who's william? ? ... Anyone know? ?
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Madeliene Mccaleb 04 April 2006
I was curious and would really like a response because Im doing tons of research on this- who is william? At first, I was like, duh, her dead brother. But his name was Patrick Branwell Bronte, and then she married a guy named Arthur Bell. So who is William? would love any response!
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