CategoryEmily Brontë

I’ll not weep that thou art going to leave meThere’s nothing lovely here,And doubly will the dark world grieve meWhile thy heart suffers there – I’ll not weep – because the summer’s gloryMust always end in gloomAnd follow out the happiest story,It closes with the tomb – And I am weary of the anguishIncreasing winter bear –I’m sick to see the...