“Stanzas” by Anne Brontë

Anne Brontë

I have to say this isn’t my favorite of her poems.


OH, weep not, love! each tear that springs
  In those dear eyes of thine,
To me a keener suffering brings,
  Than if they flowed from mine.

And do not droop! however drear
  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 frail
  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 face
  The storms that threaten me.


Fear not for meI’ve steeled my mind
  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 revere
  My sire, but fear not me
Believe that Death alone can tear
  This faithful heart from thee.



First Publication: Poems by Currer, Ellis, and Acton Bell London: Aylott and Jones, 8, Paternoster Row, 1846. pp. 59-60.


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