Far, Far Away Is Mirth Withdrawn

Far, far away is mirth withdrawn

'Tis three long hours before the morn

And I watch lonely, drearily

So come thou shade commune with me

Deserted one! thy corpse lies cold

And mingled with a foreign mould

Year after year the grass grows green

Above the dust where thou hast been.

I will not name thy blighted name

Tarnished by unforgotton shame

Though not because my bosom torn

Joins the mad world in all its scorn

Thy phantom face is dark with woe

Tears have left ghastly traces there,

Those ceaseless tears! I wish their flow

Could quench thy wild despair.

They deluge my heart like the rain

On cursed Gomorrah's howling plain

Yet when I hear thy foes deride

I must cling closely to thy side

Our mutual foes, they will not rest

From trampling on thy buried breast

Glutting there hatred with the doom

They picture thine, beyond the tomb

But God is not like human kind

Man cannot read the Almighty mind

Vengeance will never tortue they

Nor hunt thy soul eternally

Then do not in this night of grief

This time of over whelming fear

O do not think that God can leave

Forget, forsake, refuse to hear!

What have I dreamt? He lies asleep

With whom my heart would vainly weep

He rests - and I endure the woe

That left his spirit long ago

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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