Fond affection cannot be;
Wretched hearts in vain would treasure
Friendship's joys when others flee.
Well I know thine eye would never
Smile while mine grieved willingly;
Yet I know thine eye for ever
Could not weep in sympathy.
Let us part; the time is over
When I thought and felt like thee;
I will be an ocean rover,
I will sail the desert sea.
Day by day some dreary token
Will forsake thy memory,
Till at last, all old links broken,
I shall be a dream to thee.
Emily Brontë, Song, October 15, 1839