Always Walk with Me

Always walk with me
Only you in all the world
Can lift my spirit high.
We used to love in winter
To wander in the dark-bright night
Rather than settle by the grate.

We can renounce
The old forlorn displeasures.
The clouds hide nothing in the sky
Except the mad old moon, their willing captive.

Always talk with me
Only you in all the world
Can comprehend my gist.
Recalling how we managed
To frolic in the sun-lit woods
Rather than wallow in the fields.

With thanks to and respect for Anne Brontë