Yes, holy be thy resting place <br />Wherever thou may'st lie; <br />The sweetest winds breathe on thy face, <br />The softest of the sky. <br /> <br />And will not guardian Angles send <br />Kind dreams and thoughts of love, <br />Though I no more may watchful bend <br />Thy longed repose above? <br /> <br />And will not heaven itself bestow <br />A beam of glory there <br />That summer's grass more green may grow, <br />And summer's flowers more fair? <br /> <br />Farewell, farewell, 'tis hard to part <br />Yet, loved one, it must be: <br />I would not rend another heart <br />Not even by blessing thee. <br /> <br />Go! We must break affection's chain, <br />Forget the hopes of years: <br />Nay, grieve not - willest thou remain <br />To waken wilder tears <br /> <br />This herald breeze with thee and me, <br />Roved in the dawning day: <br />And thou shouldest be where it shall be <br />Ere evening, far away.<br /><br />Emily Jane Brontë<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/yes-holy-be-thy-resting-place/
