Hope was but a timid friend--
She sat without my grated den
Watching how my fate would tend
Even as selfish-hearted men.

She was cruel in her fear.
Through the bars, one dreary day,
I looked out to see her here
And she turned her face away!

Like a false guard false watch keeping
Still in strife she whispered peace;
She would sing while I was weeping,
If I listened, she would cease.

False she was, and unrelenting,
When my last joys strewed the ground
Even Sorrow saw repenting
Those sad relics scattered round;

Hope - whose whisper would have given
Balm to all that frenzied pain--
Stretched her wings and soared to heaven;
Went - and ne'er returned again!

Emily Jane Brontë

Emily Jane Brontë es una de las tres hermanas Brontë, escritoras realistas del siglo 19 inglesas, mencantan sus libros NO COMO ESA MIERDA DE JANE AUSTEN QUE NO SABE LO QUE ES EL DIALOGO NI LA ACCIÓN... respetando todas las opiniones, claro  Algún día pondré un poco más de la vida de mis heroínas, o algo asi, porque las admiro sobre todo a Emily, que con una sola novela ha pasado a la PROSPERIDAD que diría Lucre...jejeje