Poems by Emily Jane Bronte

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Sympathy

There should be no despair for you

While nightly stars are burning;

While evening pours its silent dew,

And sunshine gilds the morning.

There should be no despair—though tears

May flow down like a river:

Are not the best beloved of years

Around your heart for ever?

by Emily Jane Bronte

The Philosopher

Enough of thought, philosopher!

Too long hast thou been dreaming

Unlightened, in this chamber drear,

While summer's sun is beaming!

Space-sweeping soul, what sad refrain

Concludes thy musings once again?

"Oh, for the time when I shall sleep

Without identity.

by Emily Jane Bronte

Honour's Martyr

The moon is full this winter night;

The stars are clear, though few;

And every window glistens bright

With leaves of frozen dew.

The sweet moon through your lattice gleams,

And lights your room like day;

And there you pass, in happy dreams,

The peaceful hours away!

by Emily Jane Bronte

The Visionary

Silent is the house: all are laid asleep:

One alone looks out o’er the snow-wreaths deep,

Watching every cloud, dreading every breeze

That whirls the wildering drift, and bends the groaning trees.

Cheerful is the hearth, soft the matted floor;

Not one shivering gust creeps through pane or door;

The little lamp burns straight, its rays shoot strong and far:

by Emily Jane Bronte

A Death-Scene

"O day! he cannot die

When thou so fair art shining!

O Sun, in such a glorious sky,

So tranquilly declining;

He cannot leave thee now,

While fresh west winds are blowing,

And all around his youthful brow

Thy cheerful light is glowing!

by Emily Jane Bronte

Come hither, child

Come hither, child—who gifted thee

With power to touch that string so well?

How darest thou rouse up thoughts in me,

Thoughts that I would—but cannot quell?

Nay, chide not, lady; long ago

I heard those notes in Ula's hall,

And had I known they'd waken woe

I'd weep their music to recall.

by Emily Jane Bronte

My Comforter

Well hast thou spoken, and yet, not taught

A feeling strange or new;

Thou hast but roused a latent thought,

A cloud-closed beam of sunshine, brought

To gleam in open view.

Deep down, concealed within my soul,

That light lies hid from men;

Yet, glows unquenched-though shadows roll,

by Emily Jane Bronte

My Lady's Grave

THE linnet in the rocky dells,

The moor-lark in the air,

The bee among the heather bells

That hide my lady fair:

The wild deer browse above her breast;

The wild birds raise their brood;

And they, her smiles of love caress'd,

Have left her solitude!

by Emily Jane Bronte

Stanzas

Often rebuked, yet always back returning

To those first feelings that were born with me,

And leaving busy chase of wealth and learning

For idle dreams of things which cannot be:

Today, I will seek not the shadowy region;

Its unsustaining vastness waxes drear;

And visions rising, legion after legion,

Bring the unreal world too strangely near.

by Emily Jane Bronte

To Imagination

When weary with the long day's care,

And earthly change from pain to pain,

And lost, and ready to despair,

Thy kind voice calls me back again:

Oh, my true friend! I am not lone,

While then canst speak with such a tone!

So hopeless is the world without;

The world within I doubly prize;

by Emily Jane Bronte

Faith And Despondency

"The winter wind is loud and wild,

Come close to me, my darling child;

Forsake thy books, and mateless play;

And, while the night is gathering gray,

We'll talk its pensive hours away;—

"Ierne, round our sheltered hall

November's gusts unheeded call;

Not one faint breath can enter here

by Emily Jane Bronte

Stars

Ah! why, because the dazzling sun

Restored our Earth to joy,

Have you departed, every one,

And left a desert sky ?

All through the night, your glorious eyes

Were gazing down in mine,

And, with a full heart's thankful sighs,

I blessed that watch divine.

by Emily Jane Bronte