A Poem By Anne Bronte

[raichel]

Weep not too much, my darling;

Sigh not too oft for me;

Say not the face of Nature

Has lost its charm for thee.

I have enough of anguish

In my own breast alone;

Thou canst not ease the burden, Love,

By adding still thine own.

I know the faith and fervour

Of that true heart of thine;

But I would have it hopeful

As thou wouldst render mine.

At night, when I lie waking,

More soothing it will be

To say 'She slumbers calmly now,'

Than say 'She weeps for me.'

[karolynca]

That was so lovely raichel...thanks for sharing...