Written: Early 1845.  First Published: 1915.

The only date Anne gives to this poem is 'early 1845'. It is just one of a sequence of bleak poems she wrote in the first half of this year. With her suspicions, or by this time knowledge, of the affair taking place between Branwell and Mrs. Robinson, her days are full of 'solitude and woe': only in the 'silent hour of night' can she retreat into 'blissful dreams'. It is also clear that her dreams are made 'blissful' by their inclusion of one William Weightman.

(See also: Chitham, 'The Poems of Anne Brontë', p.110 & p.182)

I love the silent hour of night,
For blissful dreams may then arise,
Revealing to my charmed sight
What may not bless my waking eyes!

And then a voice may meet my ear
That death has silenced long ago;
And hope and rapture may appear
Instead of solitude and woe.

Cold in the grave for years has lain
The form it was my bliss to see,
And only dreams can bring again
The darling of my heart to me.

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