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If grief for grief can touch thee

If grief for grief can touch thee,
If answering woe for woe,
If any truth can melt thee
Come to me now!

I cannot be more lonely,
More drear I cannot be!
My worn heart beats so wildly
'Twill break for thee—

And when the world despises—
When Heaven repels my prayer—
Will not mine angel comfort?
Mine idol hear?

Yes, by the tears I'm poured,
By all my hours of pain
O I shall surely win thee,
Beloved, again!

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  • Ahkam Moderators member
    January 20, 2007

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    Great

    I wonder how at such a young age Miss Bronte could capture such beautiful and great thoughts. This poem is an abstract of ‘Wuthering Hights’, her masterpiece and one of the best novels ever written

  • philophant
    December 15, 2003
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    "And when the world despises--
    When Heaven repels my prayer--
    Will not mine angel comfort?
    Mine idol hear?"

    I picked of a book of her poems today and read this one. Very beautiful. Simple, short and striking. Long live the work of the Brontes!