In Remembrance of my dear friend Fern

Fern

A Reminiscence

BY ANNE BRONTË

 

YES, thou art gone! and never more

Thy sunny smile shall gladden me;

But I may pass the old church door,

And pace the floor that covers thee.

 

May stand upon the cold, damp stone,

And think that, frozen, lies below

The lightest heart that I have known,

The kindest I shall ever know.

 

Yet, though I cannot see thee more,

‘Tis still a comfort to have seen;

And though thy transient life is o’er,

‘Tis sweet to think that thou hast been;

 

To think a soul so near divine,

Within a form so angel fair,

United to a heart like thine,

Has gladdened once our humble sphere.

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2 responses to “In Remembrance of my dear friend Fern

  1. Sherri

    I’m sorry about your friend, Fern. You’ve talked about her for years, and I know she was a good friend to you.

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