Sympathy by Emily Brontë
The PotD will be on hiatus this week since I will be out of town and not online much (if at all). I’m reading Wuthering Heights for Bibliophyles. I’ve read this book twice (within a month), but that was about six years ago and I’ve been wanting to read it again, so I’m glad I have an excuse now. (I’ve pretty much devoured 2/3 of the book in the last 36 hours.) Anyway, a reader posted some of Emily’s poetry in Bibliophyles and there were one or two I hadn’t posted before, so I thought I’d share.
Sympathy
By Emily Brontë
There should be no despair for you
While nightly stars are burning;
While evening pours its silent dew,
And sunshine gilds the morning.
There should be no despair—though tears
May flow down like a river:
Are not the best beloved of years
Around your heart for ever?
They weep, you weep, it must be so;
Winds sigh as you are sighing,
And winter sheds its grief in snow
Where Autumn’s leaves are lying:
Yet, these revive, and from their fate
Your fate cannot be parted:
Then, journey on, if not elate,
Still, NEVER broken-hearted!
