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Charlotte Brontё (Шарлотта Бронте)


Parting


THERE'S no use in weeping,
Though we are condemned to part:
There's such a thing as keeping
A remembrance in one's heart:

There's such a thing as dwelling
On the thought ourselves have nurs'd,
And with scorn and courage telling
The world to do its worst.

We'll not let its follies grieve us,
We'll just take them as they come;
And then every day will leave us
A merry laugh for home.

When we've left each friend and brother,
When we're parted wide and far,
We will think of one another,
As even better than we are.

Every glorious sight above us,
Every pleasant sight beneath,
We'll connect with those that love us,
Whom we truly love till death!

In the evening, when we're sitting
By the fire perchance alone,
Then shall heart with warm heart meeting,
Give responsive tone for tone.

We can burst the bonds which chain us,
Which cold human hands have wrought,
And where none shall dare restrain us
We can meet again, in thought.

So there's no use in weeping,
Bear a cheerful spirit still;
Never doubt that Fate is keeping
Future good for present ill! 



Charlotte Brontё's other poems:
  1. Pilate's Wife's Dream
  2. Stanzas
  3. Frances
  4. On the Death of Anne Brontë
  5. Gilbert


Poems of other poets with the same name (Стихотворения других поэтов с таким же названием):

  • William Yeats (Уильям Йейтс) Parting ("Dear, I must be gone")
  • Arthur Clough (Артур Клаф) Parting ("O tell me, friends, while yet we part")
  • Menella Smedley (Менелла Смедли) Parting ("Not by thy side, but in thy heart")

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