All overgrown by cunning moss, All interspersed with weed, The little cage of "Currer Bell" In quiet "Haworth" laid. Gathered from many wanderings - Gethsemane can tell Thro' what transporting anguish She reached the Asphodel! Soft fall the sounds of Eden Upon her puzzled ear - Oh what an afternoon for Heaven, When "Bronte" entered there! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...HOPE (1) by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON ELEGY: 11. THE BRACELET; UPON THE LOSS OF HIS MISTRESS'S CHAIN by JOHN DONNE LESSER EPISTLES: TO A YOUNG LADY WITH SOME LAMPREYS by JOHN GAY FOR AN ALLEGORICAL DANCE OF WOMEN (BY ANDREA MANTEGNA) by DANTE GABRIEL ROSSETTI THE SWING by ROBERT LOUIS STEVENSON PEARLS OF THE FAITH: 78. AL-BARR by EDWIN ARNOLD HIS RETIREMENT by PHILIP AYRES TWELVE SONNETS: 4. LONELY SEASONS by GEORGE BARLOW (1847-1913) |