Anne Bronte - Gloomily the Clouds Are Sailing - Ghizela Rowe

Gloomily the clouds are sailing

My Anne Bronte

Gloomily the clouds are sailing

O'er the dimly moonlit sky

Dolefully the wind is wailing

Not another sound is nigh

Only I can hear it sweeping

Heathclad hill and woodland dale

And at times the nights's sad weeping

Sounds above it's dying wail

Now the struggling moonbeams glimmer

Now the shadows deeper fall

Till the dim light waxing dimmer

Scarce reveals yon stately hall

All beneath it's roof are sleeping

Such a silence reigns around

I can hear the cold rain steeping

Dripping roof and plashy ground

No not all are wrapped in slumber

At yon chamber window stands

One whose years can scarce outnumber

The tears that dew his clasped hands

From the open casement bending

He surveys the murky skies

Dreary sighs his bosom rending

Hot tears gushing from his eyes

Now that Autumn's charms are dying

Summer's glories long since gone

Faded leaves on damp earth lying

Hoary Winter striding on

'Tis no marvel skies are lowering

Winds are moaning thus around

And cold rain with ceaseless pouring

Swells the streams and swamps the ground

But such wild such bitter grieving

Fits not slender boys like thee

Such deep sighs should not be heaving

Breasts so young as thine must be

Life with thee is only springing

Summer in thy pathway lies

Every day is nearer bringing

June's bright flowers and glowing skies

Ah he sees no brighter morrow

He is not too young to prove

All the pain and all the sorrow

That attend the steps of love