On the Death of Anne Brontë by Charlotte Brontë

To join this community on Patreon, click here:⁠⁠https://www.patreon.com/cw/welcome2thepoetrypodcast⁠⁠There's little joy in life for me,      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 belovèd 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.