Anne Brontë

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

Verses To A Child - Poem by Anne Brontë

1

O raise those eyes to me again
And smile again so joyously,
And fear not, love; it was not pain
Nor grief that drew these tears from me;
Beloved child, thou canst not tell
The thoughts that in my bosom dwell
Whene'er I look on thee!

2

Thou knowest not that a glance of thine
Can bring back long departed years
And that thy blue eyes' magic shine
Can overflow my own with tears,
And that each feature soft and fair
And every curl of golden hair,
Some sweet remembrance bears.

3

Just then thou didst recall to me
A distant long forgotten scene,
One smile, and one sweet word from thee
Dispelled the years that rolled between;
I was a little child again,
And every after joy and pain
Seemed never to have been.

4

Tall forest trees waved over me,
To hide me from the heat of day,
And by my side a child like thee
Among the summer flowerets lay.
He was thy sire, thou merry child.
Like thee he spoke, like thee he smiled,
Like thee he used to play.

5

O those were calm and happy days,
We loved each other fondly then;
But human love too soon decays,
And ours can never bloom again.
I never thought to see the day
When Florian's friendship would decay
Like those of colder men.

6

Now, Flora, thou hast but begun
To sail on life's deceitful sea,
O do not err as I have done,
For I have trusted foolishly;
The faith of every friend I loved
I never doubted till I proved
Their heart's inconstancy.

7

'Tis mournful to look back upon
Those long departed joys and cares,
But I will weep since thou alone
Art witness to my streaming tears.
This lingering love will not depart,
I cannot banish from my heart
The friend of childish years.

8

But though thy father loves me not,
Yet I shall still be loved by thee,
And though I am by him forgot,
Say wilt thou not remember me!
I will not cause thy heart to ache;
For thy regretted father's sake
I'll love and cherish thee.

Alexandrina Zenobia


Comments about Verses To A Child by Anne Brontë

  • Edward Kofi Louis (7/17/2015 4:27:00 PM)


    Those eyes to gain the world. Nice work. (Report) Reply

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  • Pranab K Chakraborty (7/17/2015 8:59:00 AM)


    This lingering love will not depart,
    I cannot banish from my heart..............................

    Good journey indeed!
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  • Francis Lynch (7/17/2015 6:55:00 AM)


    A very fine poem of lamentation. (Report) Reply

  • Francis Lynch (7/17/2015 6:45:00 AM)


    This poem is a lamentable drivel. (Report) Reply

  • Kim Barney (7/17/2015 6:38:00 AM)


    If this poem is by Anne Bronte, why does it have the name of Alexandrina Zenobia at the bottom? Is that the name of the person who submitted it to Poem Hunter? Even if it is, it should not appear there! (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, December 31, 2002



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