The Poetry Corner

Come, Walk With Me

By Emily Bronte

Come, walk with me, There's only thee To bless my spirit now We used to love on winter nights To wander through the snow; Can we not woo back old delights? The clouds rush dark and wild They fleck with shade our mountain heights The same as long ago And on the horizon rest at last In looming masses piled; While moonbeams flash and fly so fast We scarce can say they smiled Come walk with me, come walk with me; We were not once so few But Death has stolen our company As sunshine steals the dew He took them one by one and we Are left the only two; So closer would my feelings twine Because they have no stay but thine 'Nay call me not, it may not be Is human love so true? Can Friendship's flower droop on for years And then revive anew? No, though the soil be wet with tears, How fair soe'er it grew The vital sap once perished Will never flow again And surer than that dwelling dread, The narrow dungeon of the dead Time parts the hearts of men'