On The Death Of Anne Bronte: On The Death Of Anne Bronte
On The Death Of Anne Bronte
And little terror in the grave ;
I've lived the parting hour to see
Of one I would have died to save.
Calmly to watch the failing breath,
Wishing each sigh might be the last ;
Longing to see the shade of death
O'er those belov�d features cast.
The cloud, the stillness that must part
The darling of my life from me ;
And then to thank God from my heart,
To thank Him well and fervently ;
Although I knew that we had lost
The hope and glory of our life ;
And now, benighted, tempest-tossed,
Must bear alone the weary strife. Back to chapter list of: On The Death Of Anne Bronte