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 has 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.


The Works of Charlotte, Emily and Anne Brontë (1893)


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 has been; To ...

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 has been; To ...

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 has been; To ...

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 has been; To ...