Long ago I wished to leave <br />" The house where I was born; " <br />Long ago I used to grieve, <br />My home seemed so forlorn. <br />In other years, its silent rooms <br />Were filled with haunting fears; <br />Now, their very memory comes <br />O'ercharged with tender tears. <br /> <br />Life and marriage I have known, <br />Things once deemed so bright; <br />Now, how utterly is flown <br />Every ray of light ! <br />'Mid the unknown sea of life <br />I no blest isle have found; <br />At last, through all its wild wave's strife, <br />My bark is homeward bound. <br /> <br />Farewell, dark and rolling deep ! <br />Farewell, foreign shore ! <br />Open, in unclouded sweep, <br />Thou glorious realm before ! <br />Yet, though I had safely pass'd <br />That weary, vexed main, <br />One loved voice, through surge and blast, <br />Could call me back again. <br /> <br />Though the soul's bright morning rose <br />O'er Paradise for me, <br />William ! even from Heaven's repose <br />I'd turn, invoked by thee ! <br />Storm nor surge should e'er arrest <br />My soul, exulting then: <br />All my heaven was once thy breast, <br />Would it were mine again !<br /><br />Charlotte Brontë<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/regret/
