If grief for grief can touch thee,
If answering woe for woe,
If any truth can melt thee
Come to me now!

I cannot be more lonely,
More drear I cannot be!
My worn heart beats so wildly
'Twill break for thee-

And when the world despises-
When Heaven repels my prayer-
Will not mine angel comfort?
Mine idol hear?

Yes, by the tears I'm poured,
By all my hours of pain
O I shall surely win thee,
Beloved, again!

- Missing You Poem
by Emily Bronte

Any relic of the dead is precious,
if they were valued living.
- Emily Bronte

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