This poem was written on the first Friday after Anne and Branwell returned to Thorp Green from their 1844 Christmas holidays. It is a typical example of a Gondal poem with autobiographical overtones. It seems Anne was becoming suspicious of Branwell's and Mrs. Robinson's conduct towards each other, giving her more reason than ever to resent working at the Hall; and the first few verses, no doubt, reflect her own feelings. Edward Chitham suggests the poem 'reflects in a Gondal setting the alleged Branwell-Mrs Robinson situation. . . . '
(See also: Chitham, 'The Poems of Anne Brontë', p.107 & p.182)
|Call me away; there's nothing here,
That wins my soul to stay;
Then let me leave this prospect drear,
And hasten far away.
To our beloved land I'll flee,
I'll sit and watch those ancient trees,
The glorious moon shines far above;
Who stands beneath yon fir trees high?
Now on the peaceful moon are fixed
Though late the hour, and keen the blast,
His hands above his heaving breast
I know 'tis weakness thus to pray;
With none to comfort, none to guide
Would he my Idol's form adore --
He starts, he smiles, and dries the tears,
'Aye, dry thy tears; thou wilt not weep --
No fear our present bliss shall blast
Forget it? Yes, while thou art by
But such a lofty soul to find,
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