Anne Bronte - Weep Not Too Much - Ghizela Rowe

Weep not too much my anne bronte

Weep not too much my darling

Sigh not too oft for me

Say not the face of nature

Has lost it's charm for thee

I have enough of anguish

In my own breast alone

Thou canst not ease the burden love

By adding still thine own

I know the faith and fervour

Of that true heart of thine

But I would have it hopeful

As thou wouldst render mine

At night when I lie waking

More soothing it will be

To say she slumbers calmly now

Than say she weeps for me

When through the prison grating

The holy moonbeams shine

And I am wildly longing

To see the orb divine

Not crossed deformed and sullied

By those relentless bars

That will not show the crescent moon

And scarce the twinkling stars

It is my only comfort

To think that unto thee

The sight is not forbidden

The face of heaven is free

If I could think zerona

Is gazing upward now

Is gazing with a tearless eye

A calm unruffled brow

That moon upon her spirit

Sheds sweet celestial balm

The thought like angel's whisper

My misery would calm

And when at early morning

A faint flush comes to me

Reflected from those glowing skies

I almost weep to see

Or when I catch the murmur

Of gently swaying trees

Or hear the louder swelling

Of the soul inspiring breeze

And pant to feel it's freshness

Upon my burning brow

Or sigh to see the twinkling leaf

And watch the waving bough

If from these fruitless yearnings

Thou wouldst deliver me

Say that the charms of nature

Are lovely still to thee

While I am thus repining

O let me but believe

'These pleasures are not lost to her'

And I will cease to grieve

O scorn not nature's bounties

My soul partakes with thee

Drink bliss from all her fountains

Drink for thyself and me

Say not 'my soul is buried

In dungeon gloom with thine'

But say his heart is here with me

His spirit drinks with mine