Author Emily Brontë Not many years but long enough to seeNo fo[e] can deal such deadly miseryAs the dear friend untimely called awayAnd still the more beloved, the greater stillMust be the aching void the withering chillOf each dark night and dim beclouded day Tags Short Poems Rate this poem Select ratingGive it 1/5Give it 2/5Give it 3/5Give it 4/5Give it 5/5 No votes yet Rate Log in or register to post comments