jenny kissed me when we met,
jumping from the chair she sat in.
time, you thief! who love to get
sweets into your list, put that in.
say I'm weary, say I'm sad;
say that health and wealth have missed me;
say I'm growing old, but add-
jenny kissed me!
hope...by emily jane bronte
hope was but a timid friend;
she sat without the grated den,
watching how my fate would tend,
even as selfish-hearted men.
she was cruel in her fear;
through the bars, one dreary day,
i looked out to see her there,
and away she turned her face away!
like a false watch keeping,
still, in strife, she whispered peace;
she would sing while i was weeping;
if i listened, she would cease.
false she was, and unrelenting;
when my last joys strewed the ground,
even sorrow saw, repenting,
those sad relics scattered round:
hope, whose whisper would have given
balm to all my frenzied pain,
stretched her wings, and soared to heaven,
went, and ne'er returned again!
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