Poem by Emily Jane Brontë

Past, Present, Future

Tell me, tell me, smiling child,
What the past is like to thee ?
'An Autumn evening soft and mild
With a wind that sighs mournfully.'

Tell me, what is the present hour ?
'A green and flowery spray
Where a young bird sits gathering its power
To mount and fly away.'

And what is the future, happy one ?
'A sea beneath a cloudless sun ;
A mighty, glorious, dazzling sea
Stretching into infinity.' 

1. The Elder's Rebuke
2. Warning and Reply
3. The Wind Was Rough Which Tore
4. Often Rebuked, Yet Always Back Returning
5. If Grief For Grief Can Touch Thee

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