She's gone -- and twice the summer's sun <br />Has gilt Regina's towers, <br />And melted wild Angora's snows, <br />And warmed Exina's bowers. <br />The flowerets twice on hill and dale <br />Have bloomed and died away, <br />And twice the rustling forest leaves <br />Have fallen to decay, <br /> <br />And thrice stern winter's icy hand <br />Has checked the river's flow, <br />And three times o'er the mountains thrown <br />His spotless robe of snow. <br /> <br />Two summers springs and autumns sad <br />Three winters cold and grey -- <br />And is it then so long ago <br />That wild November day! <br /> <br />They say such tears as children weep <br />Will soon be dried away, <br />That childish grief however strong <br />Is only for a day, <br /> <br />And parted friends how dear soe'er <br />Will soon forgotten be; <br />It may be so with other hearts, <br />It is not thus with me. <br /> <br />My mother, thou wilt weep no more <br />For thou art gone above, <br />But can I ever cease to mourn <br />Thy good and fervent love? <br /> <br />While that was mine the world to me <br />Was sunshine bright and fair; <br />No feeling rose within my heart <br />But thou couldst read it there. <br /> <br />And thou couldst feel for all my joys <br />And all my childish cares <br />And never weary of my play <br />Or scorn my foolish fears. <br /> <br />Beneath thy sweet maternal smile <br />All pain and sorrow fled, <br />And even the very tears were sweet <br />Upon thy bosom shed. <br /> <br />Thy loss can never be repaired; <br />I shall not know again <br />While life remains, the peaceful joy <br />That filled my spirit then. <br /> <br />Where shall I find a heart like thine <br />While life remains to me, <br />And where shall I bestow the love <br />I ever bore for thee? <br /> <br />A.H.<br /><br />Anne Brontë<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/an-orphan-s-lament/
