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A review by jelenab
Poems of Emily Brontë by Emily Brontë
challenging
dark
emotional
inspiring
reflective
sad
tense
slow-paced
4.75
"Cold in the earth —and the deep snow piled above thee ,
Far, far, removed, cold in the dreary grave!
Have I forgot, my only Love , to love thee , Severed at last by Time's all-severing wave'?
Now , when alone , do my thoughts no longer hover
Over the mountains , on that northern shore , Resting their wings where heath and fern -leaves cover
Thy noble heart for ever, ever more?
Cold in the earth—and fifteen wild Decembers,
From those brown hills , have melted into spring:
Faithful , indeed , is the spirit that remembers
After such years of change and suffering!
Sweet Love of youth , forgive, if I forget thee, While the world’s tide is bearing me along ; Other desires and other hopes beset me , Hopes which obscure, but cannot do thee wrong!
No later light has lightened up my heaven, No second morn has ever shone for me;
All my life’s bliss from thy dear life was given ,
All my life's bliss is in the grave with thee.
But, when the days of golden dreams perished ,
And even Despair was powerless to destroy;
Then did I learn how existence could cherished,
Strengthened , and fed without the aid of joy.
Then did I check the tears Of useless passion
Weaned my young soul from yearning after thine;
Sternly denied its burning wish to hasten Down to that tomb already more than mine.
And , even yet , I dare not let it languish , Dare not indulge in memory's rapturous pain;
Once drinking deep of that divinest anguish , How could I seek the empty world again?"
Far, far, removed, cold in the dreary grave!
Have I forgot, my only Love , to love thee , Severed at last by Time's all-severing wave'?
Now , when alone , do my thoughts no longer hover
Over the mountains , on that northern shore , Resting their wings where heath and fern -leaves cover
Thy noble heart for ever, ever more?
Cold in the earth—and fifteen wild Decembers,
From those brown hills , have melted into spring:
Faithful , indeed , is the spirit that remembers
After such years of change and suffering!
Sweet Love of youth , forgive, if I forget thee, While the world’s tide is bearing me along ; Other desires and other hopes beset me , Hopes which obscure, but cannot do thee wrong!
No later light has lightened up my heaven, No second morn has ever shone for me;
All my life’s bliss from thy dear life was given ,
All my life's bliss is in the grave with thee.
But, when the days of golden dreams perished ,
And even Despair was powerless to destroy;
Then did I learn how existence could cherished,
Strengthened , and fed without the aid of joy.
Then did I check the tears Of useless passion
Weaned my young soul from yearning after thine;
Sternly denied its burning wish to hasten Down to that tomb already more than mine.
And , even yet , I dare not let it languish , Dare not indulge in memory's rapturous pain;
Once drinking deep of that divinest anguish , How could I seek the empty world again?"