{"id":324,"date":"2010-04-06T14:02:08","date_gmt":"2010-04-06T14:02:08","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.everywritersresource.com\/poemeveryday\/?p=324"},"modified":"2017-07-11T03:53:50","modified_gmt":"2017-07-11T03:53:50","slug":"remembrance-by-emily-bronte","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.everywritersresource.com\/poemeveryday\/remembrance-by-emily-bronte\/","title":{"rendered":"Remembrance by Emily Bronte"},"content":{"rendered":"

\"\"<\/a>Emily Bronte (1818-1848)<\/p>\n

Remembrance by Emily Bronte<\/p>\n

Cold in the earth and the deep snow piled above thee,
\nFar, far removed, cold in the dreary grave!
\nHave I forgot, my only Love, to love thee,
\nSevered at last by Time’s all-severing wave?<\/p>\n

Now, when alone, do my thoughts no longer hover
\nOver the mountains, on that northern shore,
\nResting their wings where heath and fern-leaves cover
\nThat noble heart for ever, ever more?<\/p>\n

Cold in the earth, and fifteen wild Decembers
\nFrom those brown hills have melted into spring:
\nFaithful indeed is the spirit that remembers
\nAfter such years of change and suffering!<\/p>\n

Sweet Love of youth, forgive if I forget thee,
\nWhile the world’s tide is bearing me along:
\nSterner desires and other hopes beset me,
\nHopes which obscure, but cannot do thee wrong!<\/p>\n

No later light has lightened up my heaven;
\nNo second morn has ever shone for me:
\nAll my life’s bliss from thy dear life was given,
\nAll my life’s bliss is in the grave with thee.<\/p>\n

But when the days of golden dreams had perished,
\nAnd even Despair was powerless to destroy,
\nThen did I learn how existence could be cherished,
\nStrengthened, and fed without the aid of joy;<\/p>\n

Then did I check the tears of useless passion,
\nWeaned my young soul from yearning after thine;
\nSternly denied its burning wish to hasten
\nDown to that tomb already more than mine.<\/p>\n

And even yet I dare not let it languish,
\nDare not indulge in Memory’s rapturous pain;
\nOnce drinking deep of that divinest anguish,
\nHow could I seek the empty world again?<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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