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 Wanderer from the Fold
2. Often Rebuked, Yet Always Back Returning
3. The Wind Was Rough Which Tore
4. Self-Interrogation
5. The Visionary

Maria Jewsbury Stanzas ("I SAW rich roses springing")

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