Tuesday, November 15, 2011

Welcome home to Applewood Lane

Lines Written From Home by Anne Bronte




Though bleak these woods, and damp the ground

With fallen leaves so thickly strown,

And cold the wind that wanders round

With wild and melancholy moan;

There is a friendly roof, I know,

Might shield me from the wintry blast;

There is a fire, whose ruddy glow

Will cheer me for my wanderings past.


And so, though still, where'er I go,

Cold stranger-glances meet my eye;

Though, when my spirit sinks in woe,

Unheeded swells the unbidden sigh;



Though solitude, endured too long,

Bids youthful joys too soon decay,

Makes mirth a stranger to my tongue,

And overclouds my noon of day;


When kindly thoughts, that would have way,
Flow back discouraged to my breast; --

I know there is, though far away,

A home where heart and soul may rest.


Warm hands are there, that, clasped in mine,

The warmer heart will not belie;

While mirth, and truth, and friendship shine

In smiling lip and earnest eye.


The ice that gathers round my heart

May there be thawed; and sweetly, then,

The joys of youth, that now depart,

Will come to cheer my soul again.


Though far I roam, that thought shall be

My hope, my comfort, everywhere;

While such a home remains to me,

and My heart shall never know despair!


I can't more aptly describe the feeling and meaning of home than British poet and novelist, Anne Bronte. Over-shadowed by her two older literary sisters, Charlotte and Emily, Anne the youngest of the Bronti, was no stranger to "the wintery blast" of life, yet she knew that when "the spirit sinks in woe" there is a "friendly roof... where heart and soul may rest."


I love my home. It lives. It breathes. It speaks to me. It's more than just sticks and stones. It's the beautiful bubble of peace and calm where my family can grow and love and be shielded from bleak woods and cold stranger-glances.


Welcome, welcome home, to Applewood Lane.

5 comments:

Mrs. O said...

Your link to follow you over here is broken, but I still followed you. :) Nice new place here, and I wish I could get my home back into the safe place it was before my teens grew opinions about inconsequential stuff. More fodder for therapy, right?

Unknown said...

Thanks for wandering down the lane. Could be a little precarious broken signpost and all. Got it fixed though. Thanks, only a true friend would let me know.

Nancy Face said...

Oh, I can so relate! Home is precious to me, too!

Heffalump said...

I have never read any Bronte of any kind. What a beautiful poem! I think I'll have to look into reading some more.
Thanks Annie! I look forward to following you on this new adventure.

Bill... just Bill said...

Poetry? But I came here for the pithy commentary and decorating ideas. What a rip!