		Enjoy Free Classics
Site Map > Electronic Library > Charlotte Bronte > Poems > DOMESTIC PEACE.

Poems

by Charlotte Bronte

previous: THE NARROW WAY.

DOMESTIC PEACE.

Why should such gloomy silence reign,
And why is all the house so drear,
When neither danger, sickness, pain,
Nor death, nor want, have entered here?

We are as many as we were
That other night, when all were gay
And full of hope, and free from care;
Yet is there something gone away.

The moon without, as pure and calm,
Is shining as that night she shone;
But now, to us, she brings no balm,
For something from our hearts is gone.

Something whose absence leaves a void -
A cheerless want in every heart;
Each feels the bliss of all destroyed,
And mourns the change - but each apart.

The fire is burning in the grate
As redly as it used to burn;
But still the hearth is desolate,
Till mirth, and love, and PEACE return.

'Twas PEACE that flowed from heart to heart,
With looks and smiles that spoke of heaven,
And gave us language to impart
The blissful thoughts itself had given.

Domestic peace! best joy of earth,
When shall we all thy value learn?
White angel, to our sorrowing hearth,
Return - oh, graciously return!

Turn to the next chapter: THE THREE GUIDES. [First published in FRASER'S MAGAZINE.]