by Emily Brontë (1818 - 1848)

Come, walk with me
Language: English 
Come, walk with me,
There's only thee
To bless my spirit now

Come, walk with me,
There's only thee
To bless my spirit now

We used to love on winter nights
To wander thru the snow;
Can we not woo back our delights?
The clouds rush dark and wild
They fleck with shade our mountain heights
And on the horizon rest at last
The same as long ago.

Come, walk with me
There's only thee;
We once were not so few,
But Death has stolen our company
He took them one by one and we
Are left the only two;
So closer do my feelings twine
Because they have no stay but thine.

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Researcher for this text: Victoria Brago

This text was added to the website between May 1995 and September 2003.
Line count: 21
Word count: 113