ON THE DEATH OF ANNE BRONTË - Charlotte Brontė Poems


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THERE 's little joy in life for me,
    And little terror in the grave ;
I 've lived the parting hour to see
    Of one I would have died to save.

Calmly to watch the failing breath,
    Wishing each sigh might be the last ;
Longing to see the shade of death
    O'er those belovèd features cast.

The cloud, the stillness that must part
    The darling of my life from me ;
And then to thank God from my heart,
    To thank Him well and fervently ;

Although I knew that we had lost
    The hope and glory of our life ;
And now, benighted, tempest-tossed,
    Must bear alone the weary strife.