Sympathy

     By   Emily Bronte

There should be no despair for you

While nightly stars are burning 

While evening pours its silent dew 

And sunshine gilds the morning

There should be no despair-though tears

May flow down like a river 

Are not the best beloved of years

Around your heart for ever ?

They weep, you weep, it must be so 

Winds sigh as you are sighing 

And winter sheds its grief in snow

Where Autumn's leaves are lying 

Yet, these revive, and from their fate

Your fate cannot be parted

Then, journey on, if not elate

Still, NEVER broken-hearted !