Poems by Currer, Ellis, and Acton Bell

   Oh, I am very weary,
     Though tears no longer flow;
     My eyes are tired of weeping,
     My heart is sick of woe;

     My life is very lonely
     My days pass heavily,
     I'm weary of repining;
     Wilt thou not come to me?

     Oh, didst thou know my longings
     For thee, from day to day,
     My hopes, so often blighted,
     Thou wouldst not thus delay!