Oh, They Have Robbed Me of the Hope

We present this work in honor of the poet’s 200th birthday.

Anne Brontë
English
1820 – 1849

 

Oh, they have robbed me of the hope
My spirit held so dear;
They will not let me hear that voice
My soul delights to hear.
They will not let me see that face
I so delight to see;
And they have taken all thy smiles,
And all thy love from me.

Well, let them seize on all they can:—
One treasure still is mine,—
A heart that loves to think on thee,
And feels the worth of thine.

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