Sunday, April 23, 2017

A Reminiscence

Here is an elegy by English writer Anne Bronte (1820-1849).


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.


Source: Best Poems of the Bronte Sisters (Dover, 1997) by Emily, Anne and Charlotte Bronte

A sketch of Anne Bronte by sister Charlotte,
circa 1834

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