Stanzas
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.
Anne Bronte
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