My Comforter

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My Comforter

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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 Its gentle ray cannot control About the sullen den Was I not vexed, in these gloomy ways To walk alone so long? Around me, wretches uttering praise Or howling o'er their hopeless days And each with Frenzy's tongue;- A brothеrhood of misery Their smiles as sad as sighs; Whosе madness daily maddened me Distorting into agony The bliss before my eyes! So stood I, in Heaven's glorious sun And in the glare of Hell; My spirit drank a mingled tone Of seraph's song, and demon's moan; What my soul bore, my soul alone Within itself may tell! Like a soft air, above a sea Tossed by the tempest's stir; A thaw-wind, melting quietly The snow-drift, on some wintry lea; No: what sweet thing resembles thee My thoughtful Comforter? And yet a little longer speak Calm this resentful mood; And while the savage heart grows meek For other token do not seek But let the tear upon my cheek Evince my gratitude!

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  • Emily Brontë