Stanzas by Emily Bronte

I'll not weep that thou art going to leave me,
There's nothing lovely here;
And doubly will the dark world grieve me,
While thy heart suffers there. 

I'll not weep, because the summer's glory
Must always end in gloom;
And, follow out the happiest story -
It closes with a tomb! 

And I am weary of the anguish
Increasing winters bear;
Weary to watch the spirit languish
Through years of dead despair. 

So, if a tear, when thou art dying,
Should haply fall from me,
It is but that my soul is sighing,
To go and rest with thee.