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Anne Bronte - Mirth and mourning
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`O cast away your sorrow; —
A while, at least, be gay!
If grief must come tomorrow,
At least, be glad today! 
`How can you still be sighing
When smiles are everywhere?
The little birds are flying
So blithely through the air;

`The sunshine glows so brightly
O`er all the blooming earth;
And every heart beats lightly, —
Each face is full of mirth.`

`I always feel the deepest gloom
When day most brightly shines:
When Nature shows the fairest bloom,
My spirit most repines;

`For, in the brightest noontide glow,
The dungeon`s light is dim;
Though freshest winds around us blow,
No breath can visit him.

`If he must sit in twilight gloom,
Can I enjoy the sight
Of mountains clad in purple bloom,
And rocks in sunshine bright? —

`My heart may well be desolate, —
These tears may well arise
While prison wall and iron grate
Oppress his weary eyes.`

`But think of him tomorrow,
And join your comrades now; —
That constant cloud of sorrow
Ill suits so young a brow.

`Hark, how their merry voices
Are sounding far and near!
While all the world rejoices
Can you sit moping here?`

`When others` hearts most lightly bound
Mine feels the most oppressed;
When smiling faces greet me round
My sorrow will not rest:

`I think of him whose faintest smile
Was sunshine to my heart,
Whose lightest word could care beguile
And blissful thoughts impart;

`I think how he would bless that sun,
And love this glorious scene;
I think of all that has been done,
And all that might have been.

`Those sparkling eyes, that blessed me so,
Are dim with weeping now;
And blighted hope and burning woe
Have ploughed that marble brow.

`What waste of youth, what hopes destroyed,
What days of pining care,
What weary nights of comfort void
Art thou condemned to bear!

`O! if my love must suffer so —
And wholly for my sake —
What marvel that my tears should flow, —
Or that my heart should break!`
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