Emily Bronte

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.

 

From Emily Bronte, The Visionary

and Other Poems