Come, walk with me, <br />There's only thee <br />To bless my spirit now - <br />We used to love on winter nights <br />To wander through the snow; <br />Can we not woo back old delights? <br />The clouds rush dark and wild <br />They fleck with shade our mountain heights <br />The same as long ago <br />And on the horizon rest at last <br />In looming masses piled; <br />While moonbeams flash and fly so fast <br />We scarce can say they smiled - <br /> <br />Come walk with me, come walk with me; <br />We were not once so few <br />But Death has stolen our company <br />As sunshine steals the dew - <br />He took them one by one and we <br />Are left the only two; <br />So closer would my feelings twine <br />Because they have no stay but thine - <br /> <br />'Nay call me not - it may not be <br />Is human love so true? <br />Can Friendship's flower droop on for years <br />And then revive anew? <br />No, though the soil be wet with tears, <br />How fair soe'er it grew <br />The vital sap once perished <br />Will never flow again <br />And surer than that dwelling dread, <br />The narrow dungeon of the dead <br />Time parts the hearts of men -'<br /><br />Emily Jane Brontë<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/come-walk-with-me/
