Emily Bronte

I adore Miss Emily.....thanks New Haven!

Long Neglect Has Worn Away
Long Neglect Has Worn Away

Long neglect has worn away
Half the sweet enchanting smile;
Time has turned the bloom to gray;
Mold and damp the face defile.

But that lock of silky hair,
Still beneath the picture twined,
Tells what once those features were,
Paints their image on the mind.

Fair the hand that traced that line,
"Dearest, ever deem me true";
Swiflty flew the fingers fine
When the pen that motto drew.



Emily Bronte (1923 )

Hope


Hope was but a timid friend-
She sat without my grated den
Watching how my fate would tend
Even as selfish-hearted men.

She was cruel in her fear.
Through the bars, one dreary day,
I looked out to see her there
And she turned her face away!

Like a false guard false watch keeping
Still in strife she whispered peace;
She would sing while I was weeping,
If I listened she would cease.

False she was, and unrelenting.
When my last joys strewed the ground
Even Sorrow saw repenting
Those sad relics scattered round;

Hope-whose whisper would have given
Balm to all that frenzied pain-
Stretched her wings and soared to heaven;
Went-and ne'er returned again!

Emily Bronte