Poems by Currer, Ellis, and Acton Bell

  Yes, thou art gone! and never more
     Thy sunny smile shall gladden me;
     But I may pass the old church door,
     And pace the floor that covers thee,

     May stand upon the cold, damp stone,
     And think that, frozen, lies below
     The lightest heart that I have known,
     The kindest I shall ever know.

     Yet, though I cannot see thee more,
     'Tis still a comfort to have seen;
     And though thy transient life is o'er,
     'Tis sweet to think that thou hast been;

     To think a soul so near divine,
     Within a form so angel fair,
     United to a heart like thine,
     Has gladdened once our humble sphere.