A Celebration of Women Writers

"A Reminiscence." by Anne Brontë (1820-1849)

First Publication: Poems by Currer, Ellis, and Acton Bell London: Aylott and Jones, 8, Paternoster Row, 1846. pp. 10-11.

Editor: Mary Mark Ockerbloom

A REMINISCENCE.

YES, thou art gone! and never more
Thy sunny smile shall gladden me;
But I may pass the old church door,
And pace the floor that covers thee,

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May stand upon the cold, damp stone,
And think that, frozen, lies below
The lightest heart that I have known,
The kindest I shall ever know.

Yet, though I cannot see thee more,
'Tis still a comfort to have seen;
And though thy transient life is o'er,
'Tis sweet to think that thou hast been;

To think a soul so near divine,
Within a form, so angel fair,
United to a heart like thine,
Has gladdened once our humble sphere.

ACTON.

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Editor: Mary Mark Ockerbloom

Notes:

In the MS version, this poem is titled "Yes, Thou Art Gone", and contains no punctuation. It is dated April, 1844.

Editor: Mary Mark Ockerbloom