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Poem by Anne Brontë


Oh, I am very weary,
Though tears no longer flow;
My eyes are tires of weeping,
My heart is sick of woe;

My life is very lonely,
My days pass heavily,
I'm wearing of repining,
Wilt thou not come to me?

Oh, didst thou know my longings
For thee, from day to day,
My hopes, so often blighted,
Thou wouldst not thus delay! 

Anne Brontë

Anne Brontë's other poems:
  1. The Consolation
  2. A Word To The Calvinists
  3. Despondency
  4. The Arbour
  5. Retirement

Poems of the other poets with the same name:

  • George MacDonald Appeal ("If in my arms I bore my child")

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