All overgrown by cunning moss, All interspersed with weed, The little cage of "Currer Bell" In quiet "Haworth" laid. Gathered from many wanderings - Gethsemane can tell Thro' what transporting anguish She reached the Asphodel! Soft fall the sounds of Eden Upon her puzzled ear - Oh what an afternoon for Heaven, When "Bronte" entered there! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ITALIAN PICTURES: THE COSTA SAN GIORGIO by MINA LOY THE CANDLE by KATHERINE MANSFIELD THE VIRGIN MARY TO THE CHILD JESUS by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING NINETY-NINE IN THE SHADE by ROSSITER JOHNSON SHADOWS IN THE WATER by THOMAS TRAHERNE |