Appeal

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Title:     Appeal
Author: Anne Bronte [More Titles by Bronte]

Oh, I am very weary,
Though tears no longer flow;
My eyes are tired of weeping,
My heart is sick of woe;

My life is very lonely
My days pass heavily,
I'm weary of repining;
Wilt thou not come to me?

Oh, didst thou know my longings
For thee, from day to day,
My hopes, so often blighted,
Thou wouldst not thus delay!

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[Acton Bell] Anne Bronte's poem: Appeal

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