Edmund Clarence Stedman, ed. (1833–1908). A Victorian Anthology, 1837–1895. 1895.
Emily Brontë 181848Warning and Reply
BronteI
A gray stone standing over thee;
Black mould beneath thee spread,
And black mould to cover thee.
So fast come thy prophecy:
The time when my sunny hair
Shall with grass roots entwined be.”
Shut out from joy and liberty,
And all who lov’d thy living face
Will shrink from it shudderingly.
And sworn friends fall from me;
But there—they will own me still,
And prize my memory.”
All that deep sympathy:
Sleep on: Heaven laughs above,
Earth never misses thee.
Part human company;
One heart breaks only—here,
But that heart was worthy thee!