Emily Bronte - Hope

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Emily Bronte - Hope

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Hope was but a timid friend- She sat without my grated den Watching how my fate would tend Even as selfish-hearted men She was cruel in her fear Through the bars, one dreary day I looked out to see her there And she turned her face away! Like a false guard false watch keeping Still in strife she whispered peace; She would sing while I was weeping If I listened, she would ceasе False she was, and unrelеnting When my last joys strewed the ground Even sorrow saw repenting Those sad relics scattered round; Hope - whose whisper would have given Balm to all that frenzied pain - Stretched her wings and soared to heaven; Went- and ne'er returned again!

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Writers
  • Emily Brontë