EMILY BRONTE 'Rememberance'

'Rememberance' - poem by
Emily Bronte
1818 - 1848
read by Stella Gonet
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Cold in the earth—and the deep snow piled above thee,
Far, far removed, cold in the dreary grave!
Have I forgot, my only Love, to love thee,
Severed at last by Time's all-severing wave?

Now, when alone, do my thoughts no longer hover
Over the mountains, on that northern shore,
Resting their wings where heath and fern-leaves cover
That noble heart for ever, ever more?

Cold in the earth, and fifteen wild Decembers
From those brown hills have melted into spring:
Faithful indeed is the spirit that remembers
After such years of change and suffering!

Sweet Love of youth, forgive if I forget thee,
While the world's tide is bearing me along:
Sterner desires and other hopes beset me,
Hopes which obscure, but cannot do thee wrong!

No later light has lightened up my heaven;
No second morn has ever shone for me:
All my life's bliss from thy dear life was given,
All my life's bliss is in the grave with thee.

But when the days of golden dreams had perished,
And even Despair was powerless to destroy,
Then did I learn how existence could be cherished,
Strengthened, and fed without the aid of joy;

Then did I check the tears of useless passion,
Weaned my young soul from yearning after thine;
Sternly denied its burning wish to hasten
Down to that tomb already more than mine.

And even yet 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?


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[hank3rox]

one of my favourite poems by my all time favourite poet. does anyone have 'I see around me tombstones grey'??

[shaunw2307]

A haunting poem, read beautifully.

[jauchiu]

Great drugs back then.

[elizagracedoolittle3]

@jeana1001 i would agree, i love emily's book wuthering heights, but her peotry is so amazing don't you think so!

[elizagracedoolittle3]

this is a great peom but the lines that i love in this peom are so beautiful this is what they are: "Sweet love of youth, forgive, if i forget thee, while the world's tide is bearing me along, other desires and other hopes best me, hopes which obscure, but cannot do thee wrong,

But, when the days of golden dreams had perished, and even despire was powerless to destory, then did I learn how existence could be cherished, strengthened, and fed without the aid of joy.

[jeana1001]

I love this poem and it is so beautifully read here.

[DoctorMate]

Emily Brontë did not entitle this beautiful poem "Remembrance". In the complete poems, edited by C.W. Hatfield the poem is listed as being written March 3, 1845 with the title, "R.Alcona To J. Brenzaida". The names refer to Rosina Alcona and Julius Brenzaida, who were characters in her Gondal story. I find the thought expressed in the final three stanzas, a turning point, to be an uncommonly powerful rendering of human feeling. Thank you for uploading this poem.

[agora1955]

Although I am an absolute Bronté Fan, for over half a century, I must

say that I am of the opinion that living next door to a dreary graveyard must

indeed have influenced their writing. I live in Germany where graveyards are

mostly a riot of flowers and light. But the UK of the Brontés time was so very dreary and horrible. It is no wonder they wrote mostly of death and decay and endless sorrow. As a teacher I find it impossible to make a young student understand the depression in this poem.

[BritishSnail]

Exquisite

[shaunw2307]

Beautifully read.

[norderg]

It sounds beautiful.