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Verses To A Child

By Anne Bronte

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1     O raise those eyes to me again     And smile again so joyously,     And fear not, love; it was not pain     Nor grief that drew these tears from me;     Beloved child, thou canst not tell     The thoughts that in my bosom dwell     Whene'er I look on thee! 2     Thou knowest not that a glance of thine     Can bring back long departed years     And that thy blue eyes' magic shine     Can overflow my own with tears,     And that each feature soft and fair     And every curl of golden hair,     Some sweet remembrance bears. 3     Just then thou didst recall to me     A distant long forgotten scene,     One smile, and one sweet word from thee     Dispelled the years that rolled between;     I was a little child again,     And every after joy and pain     Seemed never to have been. 4     Tall forest trees waved over me,     To hide me from the heat of day,     And by my side a child like thee     Among the summer flowerets lay.     He was thy sire, thou merry child.     Like thee he spoke, like thee he smiled,     Like thee he used to play. 5     O those were calm and happy days,     We loved each other fondly then;     But human love too soon decays,     And ours can never bloom again.     I never thought to see the day     When Florian's friendship would decay     Like those of colder men. 6     Now, Flora, thou hast but begun     To sail on life's deceitful sea,     O do not err as I have done,     For I have trusted foolishly;     The faith of every friend I loved     I never doubted till I proved     Their heart's inconstancy. 7     'Tis mournful to look back upon     Those long departed joys and cares,     But I will weep since thou alone     Art witness to my streaming tears.     This lingering love will not depart,     I cannot banish from my heart     The friend of childish years. 8     But though thy father loves me not,     Yet I shall still be loved by thee,     And though I am by him forgot,     Say wilt thou not remember me!     I will not cause thy heart to ache;     For thy regretted father's sake     I'll love and cherish thee.

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Anne Brontë (1820–1849) was the youngest of the three Brontë sisters and the author of "Agnes Grey" and "The Tenant of Wildfell Hall," one of the first sustained feminist novels in English. Her poetry explores faith, nature, and the condition of women.

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