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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I'm not too sure about this one but it seems to be a plea to a lover that the writer has parted from and is expressing her sorrow at the parting.
OR possibly it is a prayer to God after a bereavement.
As always it is difficult get inside a poet's mind and know just what they intend.
Jim
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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 -
"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!
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