Anne Brontë

(7 January 1820 – 28 May 1849 / Thornton, West Riding of Yorkshire, England)

Retirement - Poem by Anne Brontë

O, let me be alone a while,
No human form is nigh.
And may I sing and muse aloud,
No mortal ear is by.
Away! ye dreams of earthly bliss,
Ye earthly cares begone:
Depart! ye restless wandering thoughts,
And let me be alone!

One hour, my spirit, stretch thy wings,
And quit this joyless sod,
Bask in the sunshine of the sky,
And be alone with God!


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  • Rajnish Manga (5/11/2017 1:58:00 PM)


    Disappointments may lead us to disenchantment with life and to seek a meeting with God, the ultimate refuge of a man. Thanks. I quote some beautiful lines as under:
    One hour, my spirit, stretch thy wings,
    And quit this joyless sod,
    Bask in the sunshine of the sky,
    And be alone with God!
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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, December 31, 2002



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