THERE'S no use in weeping, <br />Though we are condemned to part: <br />There's such a thing as keeping <br />A remembrance in one's heart: <br /> <br />There's such a thing as dwelling <br />On the thought ourselves have nurs'd, <br />And with scorn and courage telling <br />The world to do its worst. <br /> <br />We'll not let its follies grieve us, <br />We'll just take them as they come; <br />And then every day will leave us <br />A merry laugh for home. <br /> <br />When we've left each friend and brother, <br />When we're parted wide and far, <br />We will think of one another, <br />As even better than we are. <br /> <br />Every glorious sight above us, <br />Every pleasant sight beneath, <br />We'll connect with those that love us, <br />Whom we truly love till death ! <br /> <br />In the evening, when we're sitting <br />By the fire perchance alone, <br />Then shall heart with warm heart meeting, <br />Give responsive tone for tone. <br /> <br />We can burst the bonds which chain us, <br />Which cold human hands have wrought, <br />And where none shall dare restrain us <br />We can meet again, in thought. <br /> <br />So there's no use in weeping, <br />Bear a cheerful spirit still; <br />Never doubt that Fate is keeping <br />Future good for present ill !<br /><br />Charlotte Brontë<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/parting/
