 | Emily Jane Brontë: The Complete Poems |  |
86.
[May flowers are opening]
May flowers are opening
And leaves unfolding free
There are bees in every blossom
And birds on every tree
And leaves unfolding free
There are bees in every blossom
And birds on every tree
The sun is gladly shining
The stream sings merrily
And I only am pining
And all is dark to me
The stream sings merrily
And I only am pining
And all is dark to me
O—cold cold is my heart
It will not cannot rise
It feels no sympathy
With those refulgent skies
It will not cannot rise
It feels no sympathy
With those refulgent skies
101
Dead dead is my joy
I long to be at rest
I wish the damp earth covered
This desolate breast
I long to be at rest
I wish the damp earth covered
This desolate breast
If I were quite alone
It might not be so drear
When all hope was gone
At least I could not fear
It might not be so drear
When all hope was gone
At least I could not fear
But the glad eyes around me
Must weep as mine have done
And I must see the same gloom
Eclipse their morning sun
Must weep as mine have done
And I must see the same gloom
Eclipse their morning sun
If heaven would rain on me
That future storm of care
So their fond hearts were free
I'd be content to bear
That future storm of care
So their fond hearts were free
I'd be content to bear
Alas as lightning withers
The young and aged tree
Both they and I shall fall beneath
The fate we cannot flee
The young and aged tree
Both they and I shall fall beneath
The fate we cannot flee
| Emily Jane Brontë: The Complete Poems | |