Come, Walk With Me

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Come, walk with me,
  There's only thee
  To bless my spirit now
  We used to love on winter nights
  To wander through the snow;
  Can we not woo back old delights?
  The clouds rush dark and wild
  They fleck with shade our mountain heights
  The same as long ago
  And on the horizon rest at last
  In looming masses piled;
  While moonbeams flash and fly so fast
  We scarce can say they smiled

  Come walk with me, come walk with me;
  We were not once so few
  But Death has stolen our company
  As sunshine steals the dew
  He took them one by one and we
  Are left the only two;
  So closer would my feelings twine
  Because they have no stay but thine

  'Nay call me not, it may not be
  Is human love so true?
  Can Friendship's flower droop on for years
  And then revive anew?
  No, though the soil be wet with tears,
  How fair soe'er it grew
  The vital sap once perished
  Will never flow again
  And surer than that dwelling dread,
  The narrow dungeon of the dead
  Time parts the hearts of men'

© Emily Jane Brontë