Farewell to thee! but not farewell <br /> To all my fondest thoughts of thee: <br />Within my heart they still shall dwell; <br /> And they shall cheer and comfort me. <br />O, beautiful, and full of grace! <br /> If thou hadst never met mine eye, <br />I had not dreamed a living face <br /> Could fancied charms so far outvie. <br /> <br />If I may ne'er behold again <br /> That form and face so dear to me, <br />Nor hear thy voice, still would I fain <br /> Preserve, for aye, their memory. <br /> <br />That voice, the magic of whose tone <br /> Can wake an echo in my breast, <br />Creating feelings that, alone, <br /> Can make my tranced spirit blest. <br /> <br />That laughing eye, whose sunny beam <br /> My memory would not cherish less; -- <br />And oh, that smile! whose joyous gleam <br /> Nor mortal language can express. <br /> <br />Adieu, but let me cherish, still, <br /> The hope with which I cannot part. <br />Contempt may wound, and coldness chill, <br /> But still it lingers in my heart. <br /> <br />And who can tell but Heaven, at last, <br /> May answer all my thousand prayers, <br />And bid the future pay the past <br /> With joy for anguish, smiles for tears?<br /><br />Anne Brontë<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/farewell-5/
