Emily Jane Brontë - R. Alcona to J. Brenzaida

Emily Jane Brontë - R. Alcona to J. Brenzaida

Cold in the earth, and the deep snow piled above thee! br Far, far removed, cold in the dreary grave! br Have I forgot, my Only Love, to love thee, br Severed at last by Time's all-wearing wave? br Now, when alone, do my thoughts no longer hover br Over the mountains on Angora's shore; br Resting their wings where heath and fern-leaves cover br That noble heart for ever, ever more? br br Cold in the earth, and fifteen wild Decembers br From those brown hills have melted into spring-- br Faithful indeed is the spirit that remembers br After such years of change and suffering! br br Sweet Love of youth, forgive if I forget thee br While the World's tide is bearing me along: br Sterner desires and darker hopes beset me, br Hopes which obscure but cannot do thee wrong. br br No other Sun has lightened up my heaven; br No other Star has ever shone for me: br All my life's bliss from thy dear life was given br All my life's bliss is in the grave with thee.


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Uploaded: 2014-11-10

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