Death by Emily Bronte
By Emily Bronte
Death! that struck when I was most confiding In my certain faith of joy to be - Strike again, Time's withered branch dividing From the fresh root of Eternity! Leaves, upon Time's branch, were growing brightly, Full of sap, and full of silver dew; Birds beneath its shelter gathered nightly; Daily round its flowers the wild bees flew. Sorrow passed, and plucked the golden blossom; Guilt stripped off the foliage in its pride;
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"Death! that struck when I was most confiding..."
"Death" by Emily Bronte is a sad and love and deep and nature and inspirational and romantic english poem consisting of 39 lines. This English poem by Emily Bronte demonstrates the timeless power of verse to capture complex human emotions. Beginning with "Death! that struck when I was most confiding In my certain faith of joy to be -...", this piece explores themes of sad and love and deep and nature and inspirational and romantic through vivid imagery and emotional resonance. The work invites contemplation on the deeper currents of life, love, and the human condition. Emily Bronte's celebrated body of poetry continues to inspire readers across generations and cultures, and this particular work stands as a powerful example of their artistic vision.