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Poem by Emily Jane Brontë


The Lady to Her Guitar


For him who struck thy foreign string,
I ween this heart has ceased to care;
Then why dost thou such feelings bring
To my sad spiritold Guitar?

It is as if the warm sunlight
In some deep glen should lingering stay,
When clouds of storm, or shades of night,
Have wrapt the parent orb away.

It is as if the glassy brook
Should image still its willows fair,
Though years ago the woodman's stroke
Laid low in dust their Dryad-hair.

Even so, Guitar, thy magic tone
Hath moved the tear and waked the sigh;
Hath bid the ancient torrent moan,
Although its very source is dry. 



Emily Jane Brontë


Emily Jane Brontë's other poems:
  1. The Elder's Rebuke
  2. The Wanderer from the Fold
  3. If Grief For Grief Can Touch Thee
  4. Often Rebuked, Yet Always Back Returning
  5. She Dried Her Tears


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