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POEMS OF EMILY BRONTË
LII
THAT WORD 'NEVER'
Not many years but long enough to see
No ten can deal such deadly misery
As the dear friend untimely called away;
And still the more beloved, the greater still
Must be the aching void, the withering chill
Of each dark night and dim, beclouded day.
December 23 [1839].
