Lines Written At Thorp Green by Anne Brontë

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Lines Written At Thorp Green

Anne Brontë 1820 – 1849

That summer sun, whose genial glow

Now cheers my drooping spirit so

Must cold and distant be,

And only light our northern clime

With feeble ray, before the time

I long so much to see.

And this soft whispering breeze that now

So gently cools my fevered brow,

This too, alas, must turn

To a wild blast whose icy dart

Pierces and chills me to the heart,

Before I cease to mourn.

And these bright flowers I love so well,

Verbena, rose and sweet bluebell,

Must droop and die away.

Those thick green leaves with all their shade

And rustling music, they…