Nature
The wind was rough which tore
From Complete Poems (1910)
Nature
The wind was rough which tore
That leaf from its parent tree;
The fate was cruel which bore
The withering corpse to me.
We wander and we have no rest,
It is a dreary way.
What shadow is it
That ever hovers before my eyes?
It has a brow of ghostly whiteness.
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Brontë, Emily. “The wind was rough which tore.” Poetry Codex, poetrycodex.com/poem/bronte/121/.
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Brontë, Emily. “The wind was rough which tore.” Poetry Codex. https://poetrycodex.com/poem/bronte/121/.
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