Come, Walk With Me

Come, Walk With Me
a poem by Emily Jane Brontë
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 -‘
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Bob and I went to Niagara Falls yesterday to celebrate my birthday. En route Niagara Falls we made a brief stop at Griffis Sculpture Park – Rohr Hill Road Site – in Ashford Hollow, NY, where I took the photograph shown above. I feel that the poem “Come, Walk With Me” fits the photograph very well. Do you feel the same way too?
3 Responses to “Come, Walk With Me”
Absolutely… Perfect—the poem and sculture together… Thanks!!!
Glad you had such a fabulous birthday.
Hugs,
Betsy
Happy birthday Linda, belated i know but many happy returns of the day;i wish for nothing but the best for you in the coming year.Sorry for not reponding to your beautiful photos but wanted to let you know i do enjoy them very much.
The poem fits perfectly. I like that whimsical statue.