If Grief For Brief Can Touch Thee - Emily Bronte

If grief for grief can touch thee,

If answering woe for woe,

If any truth can melt thee

Come to me now!

I cannot be more lonely,

More drear I cannot be!

My worn heart beats so wildly

'Twill break for thee-

And when the world despises-

When Heaven repels my prayer-

Will not mine angel comfort?

Mine idol hear?

Yes, by the tears I'm poured,

By all my hours of pain

O I shall surely win thee,

Beloved, again!