If grief for grief can touch thee

If grief for grief can touch thee,

If answering woe for woe,

If any truth can melt thee

Come to me now!

I cannot be more lonely,

More drear I cannot be!

My worn heart beats so wildly

'Twill break for thee—

And when the world despises—

When Heaven repels my prayer—

Will not mine angel comfort?

Mine idol hear?

Yes, by the tears I'm poured,

By all my hours of pain

O I shall surely win thee,

Beloved, again!

Emily Brontë

Emily Brontë (born July 30, 1818, Thornton, Yorkshire, England—died December 19, 1848, Haworth, Yorkshire) English novelist and poet who produced but one novel, Wuthering Heights (1847), a highly imaginative work of passion and hate set on the Yorkshire moors. Emily was perhaps the greatest of the three Brontë sisters, but the record of her life is extremely meagre, for she was silent and reserved and left no correspondence of interest, and her single novel darkens rather than solves the mystery of her spiritual existence. Emily went on to write almost 200 poems in her life but only a small fraction were published in her life time (Brownson). Her only novel,Wuthering Heights, is one of her most famous works. Emily was often seen as a very strange woman who never was able to leave this isolation. In September 1848. She became sick with consumption and refused medical attention in October 1848. Emily sadly died at the age of 30 only a few months later on December 9 (Brownson).

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