The Complete Poems of Emily Brontë, Shed no tears o'er that tomb

LXVII

Shed no tears o'er that tomb,
For there are angels weeping;
Mourn not him whose doom
Heaven itself is mourning.

Look how in sable gloom
The clouds are earthward yearning;
And earth receives them home,
Even darker clouds returning.

Is it when good men die
That sorrow wakes above?
Grieve Saints when other spirits fly
To swell their choir of love?

Ah! no: with louder sound
The golden harp strings quiver
When good men gain the happy ground
Where they must dwell for ever.

But he who slumbers there
His bark will strive no more
Across the waters of despair
To reach that glorious shore.

The time of grace is past,
And mercy, scorned and tried,
Forsakes to utter wrath at last
The soul so steeled by pride.

That wrath will never spare,
Will never pity know;
Will mock its victims maddened prayer,
Will triumph in his woe.

Shut from his Maker's smile
The accursed man shall be;
For mercy reigns a little while,
But hate eternally.[1]

• ↑ An alternative in the author's manuscript runs:— 'Compassion smiles a little while,
  Revenge eternally.'

Where this page came from

This page was imported from Wikisource. “The Complete Poems of Emily Brontë” by Emily Brontë (1908) is in the public domain; the text is as transcribed and proofread by Wikisource's volunteers.

Nobody has written it yet — it is the source material at a new address, which is why search engines are asked to skip it and why no one earns from it. It is up for grabs: take it on, and it is yours to rewrite and to earn from.