Oh, they have robbed me of the hope
My spirit held so dear;
They will not let me hear that voice
My soul delights to hear.
They will not let me see that face
I so delight to see;
And they have taken all thy smiles,
And all thy love from me.
Well, let them seize on all they can: --
One treasure still is mine, --
A heart that loves to think on thee,
And feels the worth of thine.
Oh, They Have Robbed Me Of The Hope
Anne Bronta<<
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Poem topics: heart, hope, dear, voice, soul, face, spirit, treasure, delight, worth, thine, love, I love you, hear, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
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