A Reminiscence Poem by Anne Brontë
A Reminiscence
YES, thou art gone ! and never more
Thy sunny smile shall gladden me ;
But I may pass the old church door,
And pace the floor that covers thee.
May stand upon the cold, damp stone,
And think that, frozen, lies below
The lightest heart that I have known,
The kindest I shall ever know.
Yet, though I cannot see thee more,
'Tis still a comfort to have seen ;
And though thy transient life is o'er,
'Tis sweet to think that thou hast been ;
To think a soul so near divine,
Within a form so angel fair,
United to a heart like thine,
Has gladdened once our humble sphere.
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4/19/2024 2:14:13 PM # 1.0.0.1119
Death. Reconciling ourselves to it is difficult, she seems to have found a way and is reconciled to it- Yet, though I cannot see thee more, / 'Tis still a comfort to have seen; / And though thy transient life is o'er, / 'Tis sweet to think that thou hast been;