zaterdag 28 mei 2011

28-05-1849 Anne Bronte died at 2 o'clock in the afternoon aged 29 at Scarborough.



There’s little joy in life for me,
And little terror in the grave;
I ‘ve lived the parting hour to see
Of one I would have died to save.
Calmly to watch the failing breath,
Wishing each sigh might be the last ;
Longing to see the shade of death
O’er those belovèd features cast.

The cloud, the stillness that must part
The darling of my life from me;
And then to thank God from my heart,
To thank Him well and fervently;

Although I knew that we had lost
The hope and glory of our life;
And now, benighted, tempest-tossed,
Must bear alone the weary strife.

In May of 1849 at the young age of twenty-nine, Anne died of pulmonary tuberculosis. Though she had been the third of six children, with Anne’s passing Charlotte was made an only child. Since her mother had died, when the children were very young, Charlotte was left to care for her aged father who, surprisingly enough ended up outliving all of his children. As you would assume from reading the poem, Charlotte and Anne had a strong bond. While all of the Bronte siblings were close, due to the deaths of the other Bronte children, the sisters were made inseparable especially towards the end of Anne’s life. Knowing this, it is no surprise that Charlotte wrote this poem for her precious sister.
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2 opmerkingen:

  1. 24 Corners29 mei 2011 om 04:18

    Dear, sweet Anne....and poor Charlotte. It's amazing to think of the losses she had to endure, the poem is heartbreaking.
    xo J~

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  2. Anne8 juni 2014 om 14:12

    Must bear alone the weary strife.

    I cannot imagine this woman's pain when left alone. A Bronte sibling was never meant to be all alone. It is inconceivable and she never got use to it. This poem is wonderful too in that you can see a healing between CB and Anne...Charlotte finally learned Anne's worth. Anne finally had a first place in Charlotte's regard

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