Encouragement

I do not weep; I would not weep;

Our mother needs no tears:

Dry thine eyes, too; 'tis vain to keep

This causeless grief for years.

What though her brow be changed and cold,

Her sweet eyes closed for ever?

What though the stone—the darksome mould

Our mortal bodies sever?

What though her hand smooth ne'er again

Those silken locks of thine?

Nor, through long hours of future pain,

Her kind face o'er thee shine?

Remember still, she is not dead;

She sees us, sister, now;

Laid, where her angel spirit fled,

'Mid heath and frozen snow.

And from that world of heavenly light

Will she not always bend

To guide us in our lifetime's night,

And guard us to the end?

Thou knowest she will; and thou mayst mourn

That WE are left below:

But not that she can ne'er return

To share our earthly woe.

Emily Brontë

Emily Brontë (born July 30, 1818, Thornton, Yorkshire, England—died December 19, 1848, Haworth, Yorkshire) English novelist and poet who produced but one novel, Wuthering Heights (1847), a highly imaginative work of passion and hate set on the Yorkshire moors. Emily was perhaps the greatest of the three Brontë sisters, but the record of her life is extremely meagre, for she was silent and reserved and left no correspondence of interest, and her single novel darkens rather than solves the mystery of her spiritual existence. Emily went on to write almost 200 poems in her life but only a small fraction were published in her life time (Brownson). Her only novel,Wuthering Heights, is one of her most famous works. Emily was often seen as a very strange woman who never was able to leave this isolation. In September 1848. She became sick with consumption and refused medical attention in October 1848. Emily sadly died at the age of 30 only a few months later on December 9 (Brownson).

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