This is the second poem written by the Gondal character 'A.E.' (Albert Exina?).
On its first publication in 1917, verse 15 (presented below) was omitted; possibly because it was too Gondal-specific in content; and the editor of the time (Wise) was trying to present the poem as being part of the Branwell - Robinson affair.
(See also: Chitham, 'The Poems of Anne Brontë', p.134 & p.191)
|Love, indeed thy strength is mighty
Thus, alone, such strife to bear --
Three 'gainst one, and never ceasing --
Death, and Madness, and Despair!
'Tis not my own strength has saved me;
Often, in my wild impatience,
But the voice of my beloved
When outworn with weary thinking,
Then those hands outstretched to save me
That I could not but remember
When hope leaves my weary spirit --
That, at once my strength renewing,
When, from nights of restless tossing,
And I almost bid him welcome,
Then a glance of fond reproval
Roused to newborn strength and courage,
Yes, my love, I will be patient!
Let our foes still rain upon me
|Untitled ('Weep Not')||'Power of Love'||'Z-------'s Dream'|
|Main Page||The Poems of Anne Brontë|