Oh, They have Robbed Me of The Hope

Oh, they have robbed me of the hope
My spirit held so dear;
They will not let me hear that voice
My soul delights to hear.
They will not let me see that face
I so delight to see;
And they have taken all thy smiles,
And all thy love from me.
Well, let them seize on all they can: --
One treasure still is mine, --
A heart that loves to think on thee,
And feels the worth of thine.

About Anne Bronte

English novelist and poet, youngest of the Brontë sisters. Her poetry reflects quiet strength and spiritual conviction.

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