Long ago I wished to leave
"The house where I was born;"
Long ago I used to grieve,
My home seemed so forlorn.
In other years, its silent rooms
Were filled with haunting fears;
Now, their very memory comes
O'ercharged with tender tears.
Life and marriage I have known,
Things once deemed so bright;
Now, how utterly is flown
Every ray of light!
'Mid the unknown sea of life
I no blest isle have found;
At last, through all its wild wave's strife,
My bark is homeward bound.
Farewell, dark and rolling deep!
Farewell, foreign shore!
Open, in unclouded sweep,
Thou glorious realm before!
Yet, though I had safely pass'd
That weary, vexed main,
One loved voice, through surge and blast,
Could call me back again.
Though the soul's bright morning rose
O'er Paradise for me,
William! even from Heaven's repose
I'd turn, invoked by thee!
Storm nor surge should e'er arrest
My soul, exulting then:
All my heaven was once thy breast,
Would it were mine again!
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It stated it was written in 1652 which I didn't notice until I saw a grammar error which I corrected; it gave me the thought that the Bronte's were alive in the 1800's not the 1600's so I checked and was correct. It more-in-likely was a typo for 1852 but I have no proof so I just deleted it solely out.
I read this piece twice and it does have that 'regretful' breath about it as the title suggests. It's quite solemn and seems to be an inlook and not so much an outlook.
a good piece that Charlotte has written here.
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Bark is the proper spelling. Barque is actually a poetic version of the word bark. Either way works well here.
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Poor Charlotte - so sad at the time of writing this.
Methinks a spelling error, last line 2nd stanza - Barque perhaps??
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