Isis Town and Country - - Opinion - By CHAR­LOTTE BRONTE

LONG ago I wished to leave The house where I was born; Long ago I used to grieve, My home seemed so for­lorn. In other years, its silent rooms Were filled with haunt­ing fears; Now, their very mem­ory comes O’er­charged with ten­der tears. Life and mar­riage I have known, Things once deemed so bright; Now, how ut­terly is flown Ev­ery ray of light! ‘Mid the un­known sea of life I no blest isle have found; At last, through all its wild wave’s strife, My bark is home­ward bound. Farewell, dark and rolling deep! Farewell, for­eign shore! Open, in un­clouded sweep, Thou glo­ri­ous realm be­fore! Yet, though I had safely pass’d That weary, vexed main, One loved voice, through surge and blast, Could call me back again. Though the soul’s bright morn­ing rose O’er Par­adise for me, Wil­liam! even from Heaven’s re­pose I’d turn, in­voked by thee! Storm nor surge should e’er ar­rest My soul, ex­ult­ing then: All my heaven was once thy breast, Would it were mine again!

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