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COME, WALK WITH ME by EMILY JANE BRONTE

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Subject(s): DEATH; DEAD, THE;



COME walk with me,
There's only thee,
To bless my spirit now.
We used to love on winter nights,
To wander through the snow;
Can we not woo back old delights?
The clouds rush dark & wild.
They fleck with shade our mountains bright
The same as long ago,
And on the horizon rest at last
In looming masses piled;
While moonbeams fleet & fly so fast
We scarce can say they smiled .


Come walk with me, come walk with me,
We were not once so few;
But death has stolen our company,
As sunshine steals the dew.
He took them one by one, and we
Are left, the only two;
So closer would my feelings twine
Because they have no stay but thine.


Nay, call me not; it may not be;
Is human love so true?
Can friendships flower droop for years
And then revive anew?
No; though the soil be wet with tears,
How fair soe're it grew;
The vital sap once perished
Will never flow again.
And surer than that dwelling dread,


The narrow dungeon of the dead,
Time parts the heart of men.




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