Far, far away is mirth withdrawn <br />'Tis three long hours before the morn <br />And I watch lonely, drearily - <br />So come thou shade commune with me <br /> <br />Deserted one ! thy corpse lies cold <br />And mingled with a foreign mould - <br />Year after year the grass grows green <br />Above the dust where thou hast been. <br /> <br />I will not name thy blighted name <br />Tarnished by unforgotton shame <br />Though not because my bosom torn <br />Joins the mad world in all its scorn - <br /> <br />Thy phantom face is dark with woe <br />Tears have left ghastly traces there, <br />Those ceaseless tears ! I wish their flow <br />Could quench thy wild despair. <br /> <br />They deluge my heart like the rain <br />On cursed Gomorrah's howling plain - <br />Yet when I hear thy foes deride <br />I must cling closely to thy side - <br /> <br />Our mutual foes - they will not rest <br />From trampling on thy buried breast - <br />Glutting there hatred with the doom <br />They picture thine, beyond the tomb - <br /> <br />But God is not like human kind <br />Man cannot read the Almighty mind <br />Vengeance will never tortue they <br />Nor hunt thy soul eternally <br /> <br />Then do not in this night of grief <br />This time of over whelming fear <br />O do not think that God can leave <br />Forget, forsake, refuse to hear ! - <br /> <br />What have I dreamt ? He lies asleep <br />With whom my heart would vainly weep <br />He rests - and I endure the woe <br />That left his spirit long ago -<br /><br />Emily Jane Brontë<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/far-far-away-is-mirth-withdrawn/
