Poem by Emily Jane Brontë

Stanzas

I'll not weep that thou art going to leave me,
There's nothing lovely here;
And doubly will the dark world grieve me,
While thy heart suffers there.

I'll not weep, because the summer's glory
Must always end in gloom;
And, follow out the happiest story -
It closes with a tomb!

And I am weary of the anguish
Increasing winters bear;
Weary to watch the spirit languish
Through years of dead despair.

So, if a tear, when thou art dying,
Should haply fall from me,
It is but that my soul is sighing,
To go and rest with thee. 

1. The Wind Was Rough Which Tore
2. I See Around Me Tombstones Grey
3. High Waving Heather 'Neath Stormy Blasts Bending
4. Often Rebuked, Yet Always Back Returning
5. Yes, Holy Be Thy Resting Place

Laura Temple Stanzas ("Now brightly smiles the cloudless sky")

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