Another anniversary (Emily Dickinson #24)

Here’s another anniversary, and a poem to match:

Haworth Church (photo by Jacqui Sadler, 2003)

“All overgrown by cunning moss,
All interspersed with weed,
The little cage of ‘Currer Bell,’
In quiet Haworth laid.

This bird, observing others,
When frosts too sharp became,
Retire to other latitudes,
Quietly did the same.

But differed in returning;
Since Yorkshire hills are green,
Yet not in all the nests I meet
Can nightingale be seen.

Gathered from any wanderings,
Gethsemane can tell
Through what transporting anguish
She reached the asphodel!

Soft falls the sounds of Eden
Upon her puzzled ear;
Oh, what an afternoon for heaven,
When Brontë entered there! ” – Emily Dickinson

Charlotte Brontë, 21 April 1816 – 31 March 1855