One of the most beautiful & heartbreaking poems ever written....

3. Emily Brontë (1818-1848)

4. Emily Brontë’s poetry was published under the male pseudonym of Ellis Bell, in order to avoid the prejudice against women writers.

5. She was one of the nineteenth century’s most important lyrics poets.

6. Brontë’s poetry is filled with gothic romance and elemental forces, it is emotionally charged, even turbulent, filled with spiritual bliss and unsublimated desires. Had she lived longer, her poetry may well have superseded the popularity of her novel, but she was dead at thirty, and we are left with the tantalising legacy of exquisitely composed lyrics.

7. Considered by many to be the greatest writer of the three Brontë sisters, Charlotte, Emily and Anne, Emily Brontë published only one novel, WUTHERING HEIGHTS (1847), a story of doomed love and revenge.

8. Remembrance By Emily Bronte

9. Cold in the earth—and the deep snow piled above thee,Far, far removed, cold in the dreary grave!Have I forgot, my only Love, to love thee,Severed at last by Time's all-severing wave?

10. Now, when alone, do my thoughts no longer hoverOver the mountains, on that northern shore,Resting their wings where heath and fern-leaves coverThat noble heart for ever, ever more?

11. Cold in the earth, and fifteen wild DecembersFrom those brown hills have melted into spring:Faithful indeed is the spirit that remembersAfter such years of change and suffering!

12. Sweet Love of youth, forgive if I forget thee,While the world's tide is bearing me along:Sterner desires and other hopes beset me,Hopes which obscure, but cannot do thee wrong!

13. No later light has lightened up my heaven;No second morn has ever shone for me:All my life's bliss from thy dear life was given,All my life's bliss is in the grave with thee.

14. But when the days of golden dreams had perished,And even Despair was powerless to destroy,Then did I learn how existence could be cherished,Strengthened, and fed without the aid of joy;

15. Then did I check the tears of useless passion,Weaned my young soul from yearning after thine;Sternly denied its burning wish to hastenDown to that tomb already more than mine.

16. And even yet I dare not let it languish,Dare not indulge in Memory's rapturous pain;Once drinking deep of that divinest anguish,How could I seek the empty world again?

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