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Emily Jane Bronte - Remembrance
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COLD in the earth--and the deep snow piled above thee,
  Far, far removed, cold in the dreary grave!
Have I forgot, my only Love, to love thee,
  Sever`d at last by Time`s all-severing wave?

Now, when alone, do my thoughts no longer hover
  Over the mountains, on that northern shore,
Resting their wings where heath and fern-leaves cover
  Thy noble heart for ever, ever more?

Cold in the earth--and fifteen wild Decembers
  From those brown hills have melted into spring:
Faithful, indeed, is the spirit that remembers
  After such years of change and suffering!

Sweet Love of youth, forgive, if I forget thee,
  While the world`s tide is bearing me along;
Other desires and other hopes beset me,
  Hopes which obscure, but cannot do thee wrong!

No later light has lighten`d up my heaven,
  No second morn has ever shone for me;
All my life`s bliss from thy dear life was given,
  All my life`s bliss is in the grave with thee.

But when the days of golden dreams had perish`d,
  And even Despair was powerless to destroy;
Then did I learn how existence could be cherish`d,
  Strengthen`d and fed without the aid of joy.

Then did I check the tears of useless passion--
  Wean`d my young soul from yearning after thine;
Sternly denied its burning wish to hasten
  Down to that tomb already more than mine.

And, even yet, I dare not let it languish,
  Dare not indulge in memory`s rapturous pain;
Once drinking deep of that divinest anguish,
  How could I seek the empty world again?
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