“The Wife’s Will” by Charlotte Bronte

SIT stilla worda breath may break 
(As light airs stir a sleeping lake,) 
The glassy calm that soothes my woes, 
The sweet, the deep, the full repose.


O leave me not ! for ever be 
Thus, more than life itself to me !

Yes, close beside thee, let me kneel 
Give me thy hand that I may feel 
The friend so trueso triedso dear, 
My heart’s own chosenindeed is near; 
And check me notthis hour divine 
Belongs to meis fully mine.

‘Tis thy own hearth thou sitt’st beside, 
After long absencewandering wide; 
‘Tis thy own wife reads in thine eyes, 
A promise clear of stormless skies, 
For faith and true love light the rays, 
Which shine responsive to her gaze.

Aye,well that single tear may fall; 
Ten thousand might mine eyes recall, 
Which from their lids, ran blinding fast, 
In hours of grief, yet scarcely past, 
Well may’st thou speak of love to me;
For, oh ! most trulyI love thee !

Yet smilefor we are happy now. 
Whence, then, that sadness on thy brow ? 
What say’st thou ? ” We must once again, 
Ere long, be severed by the main ? ” 
I knew not thisI deemed no more, 
Thy step would err from Britain’s shore.


” Duty commands ?” ‘Tis true’tis just; 
Thy slightest word I wholly trust, 
Nor by request, nor faintest sigh 
Would I, to turn thy purpose, try; 
But, Williamhear my solemn vow 
Hear and confirm !with thee I go.

” Distance and suffering,” did’st thou say ? 
” Danger by night, and toil by day ?” 
Oh, idle words, and vain are these; 
Hear me ! I cross with thee the seas. 
Such risk as thou must meet and dare, 
Ithy true wifewill duly share.

Passive, at home, I will not pine; 
Thy toilsthy perils, shall be mine; 
Grant thisand be hereafter paid 
By a warm heart’s devoted aid:
‘Tis grantedwith that yielding kiss, 
Entered my soul unmingled bliss.

Thanks, Williamthanks ! thy love has joy, 
Pureundefiled with base alloy; 
‘Tis not a passion, false and blind, 
Inspires, enchains, absorbs my mind; 
Worthy, I feel, art thou to be 
Loved with my perfect energy.

This evening, now, shall sweetly flow, 
Lit by our clear fire’s happy glow;


And parting’s peace-embittering fear, 
Is warned, our hearts to come not near; 
For fate admits my soul’s decree, 
In bliss or baleto go with thee !

CURRER.

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One thought on ““The Wife’s Will” by Charlotte Bronte

  1. orionwills says:

    Reblogged this on Help Me Help You! and commented:
    I love free literature!

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