Charlotte Bronte

Here you will find the Poem Life of poet Charlotte Bronte


LIFE, believe, is not a dream
 So dark as sages say;
Oft a little morning rain
 Foretells a pleasant day. 
Sometimes there are clouds of gloom,
 But these are transient all;
If the shower will make the roses bloom,
 O why lament its fall ? 

 Rapidly, merrily,
 Life's sunny hours flit by,
 Gratefully, cheerily,
 Enjoy them as they fly ! 

What though Death at times steps in
 And calls our Best away ?
What though sorrow seems to win,
 O'er hope, a heavy sway ?
Yet hope again elastic springs,
 Unconquered, though she fell;
Still buoyant are her golden wings,
 Still strong to bear us well.
 Manfully, fearlessly,
 The day of trial bear,
 For gloriously, victoriously,
 Can courage quell despair !