Poem - Parting
by: Charlotte Bronte
THERE’S no use in weeping,
Though we are condemned to part:
There’s such a thing as keeping
A remembrance in one’s heart:
There’s such a thing as dwelling
On the thought ourselves have nurs’d,
And with scorn and courage telling
The world to do its worst.
We’ll not let its follies grieve us,
We’ll just take them as they come;
And then every day will leave us
A merry laugh for home.
When we’ve left each friend and brother,
When we’re parted wide and far,
We will think of one another,
As even better than we are.
Every glorious sight above us,
Every pleasant sight beneath,
We’ll connect with those that love us,
Whom we truly love till death !
In the evening, when we’re sitting
By the fire perchance alone,
Then shall heart with warm heart meeting,
Give responsive tone for tone.
We can burst the bonds which chain us,
Which cold human hands have wrought,
And where none shall dare restrain us
We can meet again, in thought.
So there’s no use in weeping,
Bear a cheerful spirit still;
Never doubt that Fate is keeping
Future good for present ill !
I will be back in a few weeks. Please keep Ed company for me as he is going to be on his own for a while. I hope that you enjoy the rest of the summer.
July 24th, 2006 at 11:59 pm
be safe honey. we’ll all be waiting for your return.
(((sue)))
July 28th, 2006 at 10:41 pm
Enjoy and we’ll keep an eye on Ed.
August 1st, 2006 at 9:48 pm
come back soon.