When you have no words, use someone else’s

“On the Death of Anne Brontë” by Charlotte Brontë

There’s little joy in life for me,
And little terror in the grave;
I’ve lived the parting hour to see
Of one I would have died to save.

Calmly to watch the failing breath,
Wishing each sigh might be the last;
Longing to see the shade of death
O’er those belovèd features cast.

The cloud, the stillness that must part
The darling of my life from me;
And then to thank God from my heart,
To thank Him well and fervently;

Although I knew that we had lost
The hope and glory of our life;
And now, benighted, tempest-tossed,
Must bear alone the weary strife.

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2 thoughts on “When you have no words, use someone else’s”

  1. First of all, if I have understood correctly, very sorry for what you are going through. The reason that I was looking at your blog was I saw the name, “Welsh Wanderer” had posted a photo of a very old gravestone in Edinburgh. Did you take the photo?

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    1. Hi Valerie, thank you for reading. I believe there is another blogger named ‘Welsh Wanderer’. I haven’t yet made my way to Scotland so I have not taken that photo. Sorry I couldn’t be more help.

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