Sunday, 3 April 2016

"No Coward Soul is Mine" (Day Three)

The most mysterious of the Bronte sisters is Emily. We really know very little about her and she was an enigma even to the people who were closest to her, her sister Charlotte called her "a solitude-loving raven, no gentle dove". However in this beautiful, powerful poem that was written in the final few months of her life I think we get to see a glimpse of the real Emily Bronte - a strong, fierce woman who was full of faith and courage.

by Emily Bronte (1846)

No coward soul is mine
No trembler in the world's storm-troubled sphere
I see Heaven's glories shine
And Faith shines equal arming me from Fear

O God within my breast
Almighty ever-present Deity
Life, that in me hast rest,
As I Undying Life, have power in Thee

Vain are the thousand creeds
That move men's hearts, unutterably vain,
Worthless as withered weeds
Or idlest froth amid the boundless main

To waken doubt in one
Holding so fast by thy infinity,
So surely anchored on
The steadfast rock of Immortality.

With wide-embracing love
Thy spirit animates eternal years
Pervades and broods above,
Changes, sustains, dissolves, creates and rears

Though earth and moon were gone
And suns and universes ceased to be
And Thou wert left alone
Every Existence would exist in thee

There is not room for Death
Nor atom that his might could render void
Since thou art Being and Breath
And what thou art may never be destroyed.

This poem was taken from the Poetry Foundation

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