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Oh, weep not, love! each tear that

In those dear eyes of thine,

To me a keener suffering

Than if they flowed from mine.

And do not droop! however

The fate awaiting thee;

For MY sake combat pain and care,

And cherish life for me!

I do not fear thy love will fail;

Thy faith is true,

I know;

But, oh, my love! thy strength is

For such a life of woe.

Were 't not for this,

I well could trace(Though banished long from thee)Life's rugged path, and boldly

The storms that threaten me.

Fear not for me—I've steeled my

Sorrow and strife to greet;

Joy with my love I leave behind,

Care with my friends I meet.

A mother's sad reproachful eye,

A father's scowling brow—But he may frown and she may sigh:

I will not break my vow!

I love my mother,

I

My sire, but fear not me—Believe that Death alone can

This faithful heart from thee.

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Anne Bronte

Anne Brontë (17 January 1820 – 28 May 1849) was an English novelist and poet, the youngest member of the Brontë literary family.
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