There should be no despair for you
While nightly stars are burning ---
While evening sheds its silent dew
Or 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 forever?
They weep -- you weep. It must be so
Winds sigh as you are sighing,
And Winter pours its grief in snow
When Autumn's leaves are lying
--- They revive and from their fate
Your fate cannot be parted:
Then journey on if not elate
But never broken-hearted
Emily Bronte, 1840 (Pen name: Ellis Bell)
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