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Poem by Branwell Bronte


Thorp Green


I sit, this evening, far away,
From all I used to know,
And nought reminds my soul to-day
Of happy long ago.

Unwelcome cares, unthought-of fears,
Around my room arise;
I seek for suns of former years
But clouds o'ercast my skies.

Yes-Memory, wherefore does thy voice
Bring old times back to view,
As thou wouldst bid me not rejoice
In thoughts and prospects new?

I'll thank thee, Memory, in the hour
When troubled thoughts are mine-
For thou, like suns in April's shower,
On shadowy scenes wilt shine.

I'll thank thee when approaching death
Would quench life's feeble ember,
For thou wouldst even renew my breath
With thy sweet word 'Remember'! 



Branwell Bronte


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


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