Charlotte Brontë - On The Death Of Anne Brontë

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THERE 's little joy in life for me, And little terror in the grave ; I 've lived the parting hour to see Of one I would have died to save. Calmly to watch the failing breath, Wishing each sigh might be the last ; Longing to see the shade of death O'er those belovèd features cast. The cloud, the stillness that must part The darling of my life from me ; And then to thank God from my heart, To thank Him well and fervently ; Although I knew that we had lost The hope and glory of our life ; And now, benighted, tempest-tossed, Must bear alone the weary strife. Charlotte Brontë poemhunter.com/poem/on-the-death-of-anne-bront/