Sympathy
by Emily Bronte
There should be no despair
for you While nightly stars are burning, While evening pours its silent dew And sunshine gilds the morning. There
should be no despair - though tears May flow down like a river: Are not the best beloved of years Around your heart
forever?
They weep - you weep - it must be so; Winds sigh as you are sighing, And Winter sheds his grief in
snow Where Autumn's leaves are lying: Yet these revive, and from their fate Your fate cannot be parted, Then journey
on, if not elate, Still, never broken-hearted!
June Foster

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