Poem by Emily Jane Brontë

Sympathy

There should be no despair for you
While nightly stars are burning,
While evening pours its silent dew
And sunshine gilds the morning.
There should be no despair - though tears
May flow down like a river:
Are not the best beloved of years
Around your heart forever?

They weep - you weep - it must be so;
Winds sigh as you are sighing,
And Winter sheds his grief in snow
Where Autumn's leaves are lying:
Yet these revive, and from their fate
Your fate cannot be parted,
Then journey on, if not elate,
Still, never broken-hearted! 

1. The Elder's Rebuke
2. Warning and Reply
3. Well Hast Thou Spoke
4. How Still, How Happy!
5. The Philosopher

Anonymous Sympathy ("Sympathy without relief")

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