A REMINISCENCE - Anne Brontë Poems

 
 

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A REMINISCENCE

YES, thou art gone ! and never more
    Thy sunny smile shall gladden me ;
But I may pass the old church door,
    And pace the floor that covers thee.

May stand upon the cold, damp stone,
    And think that, frozen, lies below
The lightest heart that I have known,
    The kindest I shall ever know.

Yet, though I cannot see thee more,
    'Tis still a comfort to have seen ;
And though thy transient life is o'er,
    'Tis sweet to think that thou hast been ;

To think a soul so near divine,
    Within a form so angel fair,
United to a heart like thine,
    Has gladdened once our humble sphere.