The poem
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?
whew! what a poem .......... full of desires and emotion!
it is an awsum poem definitly full o f desires..its just wow!!!
‘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’ Bronte has declared her feelings of isolation and claims all that they held dear, died with the person in the grave. ‘Then did I check the years of useless passion, Weaned my young soul from yearning after thine; Sternly denied its burning…
Read the whole comment‘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’
Bronte has declared her feelings of isolation and claims all that they held dear, died with the person in the grave.
‘Then did I check the years 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!’
-An echo to the actions of Heathcliff here in Bronte’s poem (check if this poem came before or after Wuthering Heights- to see which inspired which). The poems speaker misses the person so much they long to crawl into the grave with the dead just to be with them once more.
Um, this poem isnt wow really, it's overfantasised with elaborate images. She puts more emphasis on her own anguish rather than the person she has lost and contradicts herself. She says 'all my life's bliss in the grave with thee' but has already said 'forgive if i forget thee' 'other hopes beset me', it all makes her work seem a bit fickle.
She was only young when she wrote this though, as it was a contribution to a set of stories her and her sisters wrote.
i think the poem is full of passion and desire, and it is very sad but romantic. it makes ur heart swirl in thought thinking aww she missess her true luv. its sweet
In response to poster 4, named A, this work can't be said to be fickle. One of the underlying concepts of the piece is the change from mourning to acceptance, highlighted by the admission in the final quatrain.
Also, it can't be said that she was young when she wrote this. As a matter of fact, many would probably argue she was somewhat late, seeing as, you know, she died three years later.
Emily Bronte remembrance
in response to 3 & 4 of the posted comments; come on get real, This is a truly brilliant poem; Relating to a personal grief experience surrounding the death of a loved one. Creating as it does (for some of us) a myriad of complicated (some times contradictory) emotions.
It is not the poems speaker but the spirit (memory) of the poems speaker that longs to be with their loved one in the tomb; The poems speaker knows that her life on this earth goes on and that she will cope with it (for the time being) in what ever way she can.
litreture
the poem is fill of passion. wanting to see his love one again, even if it means goin to the grave.
english
the poem is full passion and emotion