Charlotte Brontë

(21 April 1816 – 31 March 1855 / Yorkshire, England)

Parting - Poem by Charlotte Brontë

THERE'S no use in weeping,
Though we are condemned to part:
There's such a thing as keeping
A remembrance in one's heart:

There's such a thing as dwelling
On the thought ourselves have nurs'd,
And with scorn and courage telling
The world to do its worst.

We'll not let its follies grieve us,
We'll just take them as they come;
And then every day will leave us
A merry laugh for home.

When we've left each friend and brother,
When we're parted wide and far,
We will think of one another,
As even better than we are.

Every glorious sight above us,
Every pleasant sight beneath,
We'll connect with those that love us,
Whom we truly love till death !

In the evening, when we're sitting
By the fire perchance alone,
Then shall heart with warm heart meeting,
Give responsive tone for tone.

We can burst the bonds which chain us,
Which cold human hands have wrought,
And where none shall dare restrain us
We can meet again, in thought.

So there's no use in weeping,
Bear a cheerful spirit still;
Never doubt that Fate is keeping
Future good for present ill !

Comments about Parting by Charlotte Brontë

  • Freshman - 894 Points Leslie Sharp (12/16/2014 7:07:00 PM)

    This poem hit the right spot. See you can still care and still let go. Some people don't want to recognize that
    their actions can make things worst including people. I know I went from letting go of grief and baggageto
    someone trying install it back in me a real big asshole! (Report) Reply

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  • Rookie - 184 Points Brian Jani (5/9/2014 2:04:00 PM)

    Charlotte Wow I enjoyed your poem (Report) Reply

  • Rookie without a name Face (6/9/2011 10:13:00 PM)

    OMG charlotte Bronte is sooo awesome! ! ! ! (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, May 10, 2001

Poem Edited: Thursday, May 10, 2001

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