Simpathy

SIMPATHY

There should be not despair for you
While nightly stars are burning;
While evening pours its silent dew
And sunshine gilds the morning.

The should be not desrair though tears
May flow down like a river:
Are not the best beloved of years
Around your heart for ever ?

They weep you weep if must be so;
Winds sigh as you are sighing,
And Winter sheds his grief is snow
Where Autumns leaves are lying.

Yet thes revive and from their fate
Your fate cannot be parted:
Then jorney on if not elate,
Still never broken hearted!

Шарлотта, Эмилия и Энн Бронте.