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Poem by Branwell Bronte


Lydia Gisborne


On Ouse's grassy banks - last Whitsuntide,
I sat, with fears and pleasures, in my soul
Commingled, as 'it roamed without control,'
O'er present hours and through a future wide
Where love, me thought, should keep, my heart beside
Her, whose own prison home I looked upon:
But, as I looked, descended summer's sun,
And did not its descent my hopes deride?
The sky though blue was soon to change to grey -
I, on that day, next year must own no smile -
And as those waves, to Humber far away,
Were gliding - so, though that hour might beguile
My Hopes, they too, to woe's far deeper sea,
Rolled past the shores of Joy's now dim and distant isle. 



Branwell Bronte


Branwell Bronte's other poems:
  1. Epistle To The Labouring Poor
  2. The Cottager's Hymn
  3. Epistle To A Young Clergyman
  4. The Irish Cabin
  5. Verses Sent To A Lady On Her Birthday


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