Emily Jane Brontë

Thornton / Yorkshire
Emily Jane Brontë
Thornton / Yorkshire
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In the earth—the earth—thou shalt be laid,
A grey stone standing over thee;
Black mould beneath thee spread,
And black mould to cover thee.

'Well—there is rest there,
So fast come thy prophecy;
The time when my sunny hair
Shall with grass roots entwined be.'
But cold—cold is that resting-place,
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Dr Antony Theodore 07 May 2019
Farewell, then, all that love, All that deep sympathy: Sleep on: Heaven laughs above, Earth never misses thee.. a very good poem. tony
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Dr Antony Theodore 06 February 2019
Farewell, then, all that love, All that deep sympathy: Sleep on: Heaven laughs above, Earth never misses thee.. a very fine poem indeed. tony
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