Parting Address From Z.Z. To A.E. / Stanzas

Written: October 1st. 1845.  First Published: 1846.

A fictional, Gondal, poem; written at a time when Anne had lost most of her interest in Gondal, but wished to make an effort to retain her ties with Emily. The title was changed to 'Stanzas' for the poem's inclusion in Poems by Currer, Ellis and Acton Bell. Both this, and the manuscript version are given below.

(See also: Chitham, 'The Poems of Anne Brontë', p.125 & p.188)


Parting Address From Z.Z. To A.E.

O weep not, love! each tear that springs
          In those dear eyes of thine,
To me a keener suffering brings
          Than if they flowed from mine.

And do not droop! however drear
          The fate awaiting thee.
For my sake, combat pain and care,
          And cherish life for me!

I do not fear thy love will fail,
          Thy faith is true I know;
But O! my love! thy strength is frail
          For such a life of woe.

Were't not for this, I well could trace
          (Though banished long from thee)
Life's rugged path, and boldly face
          The storms that threaten me.

Fear not for me -­ I've steeled my mind
          Sorrow and strife to greet,
Joy with my love I leave behind,
          Care with my friends I meet.

A mother's sad reproachful eye,
          A father's scowling brow -­
But he may frown, and she may sigh;
          I will not break my vow!

I love my mother, I revere
          My sire, but doubt not me.
Believe that Death alone can tear
          This faithful heart from thee.

Zerona


Stanzas

Oh, weep not, love! each tear that springs
    In those dear eyes of thine,
To me a keener suffering brings,
    Than if they flowed from mine.

And do not droop! however drear
    The fate awaiting thee;
For my sake combat pain and care,
    And cherish life for me!

I do not fear thy love will fail;
    Thy faith is true, I know;
But, oh, my love! thy strength is frail
    For such a life of woe.

Were't not for this, I well could trace
    (Though banished long from thee,)
Life's rugged path, and boldly face
    The storms that threaten me.

Fear not for me -­ I've steeled my mind
    Sorrow and strife to greet;
Joy with my love I leave behind,
    Care with my friends I meet.

A mother's sad reproachful eye,
    A father's scowling brow -­
But he may frown and she may sigh:
    I will not break my vow!

I love my mother, I revere
    My sire, but fear not me­
Believe that Death alone can tear
    This faithful heart from thee.

Acton


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