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Authors: CHARLOTTE BRONTE,EMILY BRONTE,ANNE BRONTE,PATRICK BRONTE,ELIZABETH GASKELL

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Away to yonder hill would hie,
Like her, to watch the setting sun,
Or see the stars born, one by one,
Out of the darkening sky.
Nor would she leave that hill till night
Trembled from pole to pole with light;
Even then, upon her homeward way,
Long — long her wandering steps delayed
To quit the sombre forest shade,
Through which her eerie pathway lay.
You ask if she had beauty’s grace?
I know not — but a nobler face
My eyes have seldom seen;
A keen and fine intelligence,
And, better still, the truest sense
Were in her speaking mien.
But bloom or lustre was there none,
Only at moments, fitful shone
An ardour in her eye,
That kindled on her cheek a flush,
Warm as a red sky’s passing blush
And quick with energy.
Her speech, too, was not common speech,
No wish to shine, or aim to teach,
Was in her words displayed:
She still began with quiet sense,
But oft the force of eloquence
Came to her lips in aid;
Language and voice unconscious changed,
And thoughts, in other words arranged,
Her fervid soul transfused
Into the hearts of those who heard,
And transient strength and ardour stirred,
In minds to strength unused,
Yet in gay crowd or festal glare,
Grave and retiring was her air;
‘Twas seldom, save with me alone,
That fire of feeling freely shone;
She loved not awe’s nor wonder’s gaze,
Nor even exaggerated praise,
Nor even notice, if too keen
The curious gazer searched her mien.
Nature’s own green expanse revealed
The world, the pleasures, she could prize;
On free hill-side, in sunny field,
In quiet spots by woods concealed,
Grew wild and fresh her chosen joys,
Yet Nature’s feelings deeply lay
In that endowed and youthful frame;
Shrined in her heart and hid from day,
They burned unseen with silent flame.
In youth’s first search for mental light,
She lived but to reflect and learn,
But soon her mind’s maturer might
For stronger task did pant and yearn;
And stronger task did fate assign,
Task that a giant’s strength might strain;
To suffer long and ne’er repine,
Be calm in frenzy, smile at pain.
 
Pale with the secret war of feeling,
Sustained with courage, mute, yet high;
The wounds at which she bled, revealing
Only by altered cheek and eye;
 
She bore in silence — but when passion
Surged in her soul with ceaseless foam,
The storm at last brought desolation,
And drove her exiled from her home.
 
And silent still, she straight assembled
The wrecks of strength her soul retained;
For though the wasted body trembled,
The unconquered mind, to quail, disdained.
 
She crossed the sea — now lone she wanders
By Seine’s, or Rhine’s, or Arno’s flow;
Fain would I know if distance renders
Relief or comfort to her woe.
 
Fain would I know if, henceforth, ever,
These eyes shall read in hers again,
That light of love which faded never,
Though dimmed so long with secret pain.
 
She will return, but cold and altered,
Like all whose hopes too soon depart;
Like all on whom have beat, unsheltered,
The bitter blasts that blight the heart.
 
No more shall I behold her lying
Calm on a pillow, smoothed by me;
No more that spirit, worn with sighing,
Will know the rest of infancy.
 
If still the paths of lore she follow,
‘Twill be with tired and goaded will;
She’ll only toil, the aching hollow,
The joyless blank of life to fill.
 
And oh! full oft, quite spent and weary,
Her hand will pause, her head decline;
That labour seems so hard and dreary,
On which no ray of hope may shine.
 
Thus the pale blight of time and sorrow
Will shade with grey her soft, dark hair;
Then comes the day that knows no morrow,
And death succeeds to long despair.
 
So speaks experience, sage and hoary;
I see it plainly, know it well,
Like one who, having read a story,
Each incident therein can tell.
 
Touch not that ring; ‘twas his, the sire
Of that forsaken child;
And nought his relics can inspire
Save memories, sin-defiled.
 
I, who sat by his wife’s death-bed,
I, who his daughter loved,
Could almost curse the guilty dead,
For woes the guiltless proved.
 
And heaven did curse — they found him laid,
When crime for wrath was rife,
Cold — with the suicidal blade
Clutched in his desperate gripe.
 
‘Twas near that long deserted hut,
Which in the wood decays,
Death’s axe, self-wielded, struck his root,
And lopped his desperate days.
 
You know the spot, where three black trees,
Lift up their branches fell,
And moaning, ceaseless as the seas,
Still seem, in every passing breeze,
The deed of blood to tell.
 
They named him mad, and laid his bones
Where holier ashes lie;
Yet doubt not that his spirit groans
In hell’s eternity.
 
But, lo! night, closing o’er the earth,
Infects our thoughts with gloom;
Come, let us strive to rally mirth
Where glows a clear and tranquil hearth
In some more cheerful room.

 

 

 

 

THE WIFE’S WILL.

 
 
Sit still — a word — a breath may break
(As light airs stir a sleeping lake)
The glassy calm that soothes my woes —
 
The sweet, the deep, the full repose.
O leave me not! for ever be
Thus, more than life itself to me!
 
Yes, close beside thee let me kneel —
 
Give me thy hand, that I may feel
The friend so true — so tried — so dear,
My heart’s own chosen — indeed is near;
And check me not — this hour divine
Belongs to me — is fully mine.
 
‘Tis thy own hearth thou sitt’st beside,
After long absence — wandering wide;
‘Tis thy own wife reads in thine eyes
A promise clear of stormless skies;
For faith and true love light the rays
Which shine responsive to her gaze.
 
Ay, — well that single tear may fall;

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