(30 July 1818 – 19 December 1848 / Thornton / Yorkshire)

Come, Walk With Me

Come, walk with me,
There's only thee
To bless my spirit now -
We used to love on winter nights
To wander through the snow;
Can we not woo back old delights?
The clouds rush dark and wild
They fleck with shade our mountain heights
The same as long ago
And on the horizon rest at last
In looming masses piled;
While moonbeams flash and fly so fast
We scarce can say they smiled -

Come walk with me, come walk with me;
We were not once so few
But Death has stolen our company
As sunshine steals the dew -
He took them one by one and we
Are left the only two;
So closer would my feelings twine
Because they have no stay but thine -

'Nay call me not - it may not be
Is human love so true?
Can Friendship's flower droop on for years
And then revive anew?
No, though the soil be wet with tears,
How fair soe'er it grew
The vital sap once perished
Will never flow again
And surer than that dwelling dread,
The narrow dungeon of the dead
Time parts the hearts of men -'

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A most beautiful poem about love, about friendship and death is in between. True melancholic, but the Beauty of this poem is matchless! I so enjoyed this loveliest poetry, Emily created.
What’s the meaning of the poem
beautiful loving friendship poem but the death- the dividing being separate the togetherness - Death has stolen our company As sunshine steals the dew
nice! rhythm of the poem is so sweet and lovely. melodious to recite.
A marvelous poem by Emily Jane Bronte...............................
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