I'll not weep that thou art going to leave me, <br />There's nothing lovely here; <br />And doubly will the dark world grieve me, <br />While thy heart suffers there. <br /> <br />I'll not weep, because the summer's glory <br />Must always end in gloom; <br />And, follow out the happiest story - <br />It closes with a tomb! <br /> <br />And I am weary of the anguish <br />Increasing winters bear; <br />Weary to watch the spirit languish <br />Through years of dead despair. <br /> <br />So, if a tear, when thou art dying, <br />Should haply fall from me, <br />It is but that my soul is sighing, <br />To go and rest with thee.<br /><br />Emily Jane Brontë<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/stanzas-4/
