Question

necesito un poema en inglés que rime

Answer 1

Hope was but a timid friend;  

She sat without the 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 there,

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 my frenzied pain,  

Stretched her wings, and soared to heaven,  

Went, and ne'er returned again!

Emily Brontë