Poem by Emily Jane Brontë

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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! 

1. I See Around Me Tombstones Grey
2. Often Rebuked, Yet Always Back Returning
3. The Wind Was Rough Which Tore
4. Shall Earth No More Inspire Thee
5. Yes, Holy Be Thy Resting Place

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