CategoryEmily Brontë

I’ll not weep..Je ne pleurerai pas


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...