New-York tribune., 1907-01-17
Il NEW RRONTE POEM.
Lanes on Bezcick Written by Char
lOtte an Her Teens.
FROM The London Times

has icaI5 ,silar @ manuscript of the following poem
aa,th III sent to us by a correspondent ar
Cbs,Iott "Ttrh 70 whose mother it was given by
I'D lailo'te Bronte. Our correspondent hplievos
~ oial II mas never yet been printed and so far
s We nave been able TO ascertain II does not
appear In any of the collected editfors oF roa,,s
- 80 toIoilles. The poem is dated Novenober
e.: 1852. when Charlotte Brontg was stxteen
de+a &c ssars slter the death of Bewick At this
uate , sie had recently returned 10 Heworth fron,
, Ihe school at Roe Head Dewsbury and wae
IRnis ling quiet life at the parsonage AS she
one d. III ietter to a friend: AN account of
fror, Is an account of all. In the morning
10 ION hlhe O'Clock to half-past twelve instruct
at$ SISTERS and draw, then we walk till dinner:
t. uihher L sew till tea time and after tea
TN liner read write, do a little fancy work or
ut n a" as l please. Thus in one delghtful
W'1nh Wtou6n Hohotonous course, my life is passed"
1lluecI lpts survive to show the form taken by
lhese after tea writings and they NAV he CON
suited in the British Museum or in the Rronta
duseum dm at Haworth. The following lines like
.he rest of the writings of this period NAV nor
pe or any exceptional merit. even for a girl OF
fho EN- nut they gain special interest from
me .Le Iact that volume of Bewicks drawings
mere described in verse. plays a well known part
III lhe opening incident of Jane Eyre"
LINES ON THE CELEBRATED BEw1cK
But ye ye4oa s6ado2 g5 decent & death is past away
Is I'll zen Ilat the pale standard of decay
is reared triumphant DER lfe's sullied bloom
B,I But no now the eye hedimmed by tears may gaze
Ts The tongue qnfaitring speak its need of praise
"hen we behold those scenes to nature true
II rue s 10 the common Nature that see
on Si,,, the p. wild bosom of her storn1-dark sea
How many winged inhabitants Of air
how many plume clad aoaters of the deep
IN tse tbnas mighty tE. artist drew IN forms fair
isf ssf Il. To his ayss in sos
The gentIs eT1 n.rr nrea1herforth T. Of melody
Each in his attitude Of native grace
frea hold
FsG 9 ot, n the LOCKS % be his abiding place
But If the little builder rears his nest
In the still shadow OF green tranquil trees
ss a singing nae sMst swsetg m mid the silence blest
"A change comes DER the spirit of our dream"
Woods wave around in crested majesty
Me Nnd Almost bna1 feel the Joyous sunshne,s beam
Our childhoods days return again in thought,
Nnd wdnGer VANCE, IN m a lana OF Of love owe and light
Gush hearts with overwhelming might.
Sweet flowers seem cleaning mid the tangled grass
and as these feetins visions fade and pass
Perchance some pensive tears our eyes may I'LL.
Wh esh Delight Ssd to e hes s pss eFn
Where pictured thoughts that breathe and speak
Still please alike our youth and rlper age.
And dashing pillows glirnmering in the light
From clouds that veil their lustre cold and bright
And there 'mongst reeds upon a rivers side
A wild bird sits. and brooding Ger her nest
Still guards the priceless gems, her JOY and pride.
Now rfpening meath her hope enlivened breast.
We turn the page; before the expectant eye
A Traveller stands lone some desert heath
The glorious sun is passing from the sky
While fall his farewell rays all beneath.
Ger the far hills purple veil seems flung
Dim Dim herald Of the coming She. shades e Of night.
Drinking full radiance from the fount of light
O. when the solemn wind of midnight sishs
Where will the lonely travller lay his head.
Beneath the tester Of the bright skies
On the wild he'll ind a dreary bed.
Now behold marble Naiad, placed
Beside fountain her sculpturcd throne.
Her bending with simplest beauty graced,
Her white robes gathered IN a snowy zone.
She from q polished pours forth a stream
OF sparkling water TO the below,
Which roll IN light and music. while the CLEAN
OF sunshine filings through shade golden glow.
hundred fairer scenes those leaves reveal;
there tongues that inture while they praise.
] cannot speak the rapture that l feel
When on the work Of such mind gaze.
Then farewell Bewick, Geniuss favored son:
Deaths sleep is thee. all thy woes past,
From earth departed, life and labor done.
Eternal peace and rest thine at last.
November o. 1892. G BRONTE