Charlotte Bronte - Apostasy

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This last denial of my faith Thou, solemn Priest, hast heard; And, though upon my bed of death I call not back a word Point not to thy Madonna, Priest,­ Thy sightless saint of stone; She cannot, from this burning breast Wring one repentant moan Thou say'st, that when a sinless child I duly bent the knee And prayed to what in marble smiled Cold, lifeless, mute, on me I did. But listen ! Children spring Full soon to riper youth; And, for Love's vow and Wedlock's ring I sold my early truth 'Twas not a grey, bare head, like thine Bent o'er me, when I said " That land and God and Faith are mine For which thy fathеrs bled." I see thee not, my eyes arе dim; But, well I hear thee say " O daughter, cease to think of him Who led thy soul astray Between you lies both space and time; Let leagues and years prevail To turn thee from the path of crime Back to the Church's pale." And, did I need that thou shouldst tell What mighty barriers rise To part me from that dungeon-cell Where my loved Walter lies ? And, did I need that thou shouldst taunt My dying hour at last By bidding this worn spirit pant No more for what is past ? Priest­must I cease to think of him ? How hollow rings that word ! Can time, can tears, can distance dim The memory of my lord ? I said before, I saw not thee Because, an hour agone Over my eye-balls, heavily The lids fell down like stone But still my spirit's inward sight Beholds his image beam As fixed, as clear, as burning bright As some red planet's gleam Talk not of thy Last Sacrament Tell not thy beads for me; Both rite and prayer are vainly spent As dews upon the sea Speak not one word of Heaven above Rave not of Hell's alarms; Give me but back my Walter's love Restore me to his arms ! Then will the bliss of Heaven be won; Then will Hell shrink away As I have seen night's terrors shun The conquering steps of day 'Tis my religion thus to love My creed thus fixed to be; Not Death shall shake, nor Priestcraft break My rock-like constancy! Now go; for at the door there waits Another stranger guest: He calls­I come­my pulse scarce beats My heart fails in my breast Again that voice­how far away How dreary sounds that tone ! And I, methinks, am gone astray In trackless wastes and lone I fain would rest a little while: Where can I find a stay Till dawn upon the hills shall smile And show some trodden way? " I come! I come!" in haste she said " 'Twas Walter's voice I heard!" Then up she sprang­ but fell back, dead His name her latest word