Farewell Anne Bronte
Farewell to thee! But not farewell
To all my fondest thoughts of thee:
Within my heart they still shall dwell
And they shall cheer and comfort me.
Life seems more sweet that thou dids't live
And men more true thou wer't one;
Nothing is lost that thou dids't give,
Nothing destroyed that thou hast done.
Departed comrade Lucretius
Departed husband, father, grandfather, brother and friend
Thou redeemed from pain
Shall sleep the sleep that kings desire in vain:
Not thine the sense of loss
But lo, for us the void
That never shall be filled again.
Not thine but ours the grief.
All pain is fled from thee.
We are weeping in thy stead;
Tears for the mourners who are left behind
Peace everlasting for the quiet dead.
Dilys
3rd September 2022