Sweet love of youth II

"But when my days of golden dreams had perished,

And even Despair was powerless to destroy,

Then did I learn how existence might be cherished,

Strengthened and fed without the aid of joy.

 

Then did I check my tears of useless passion,

Weaned my young soul from yearning after thine,

Sternly denied its burning wish to hasten

Down to that grave already more than mine!

 

And even now, I dare not let it languish,

Dare not indulge in Memory's rapturous pain;

Once drinking deep of that divinest anguish,

How could I seek the empty world again? "

 

Emily Brontë

 

 

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