Andrew Taylor Three poems / sampling Branwell Brontë [alone she passed the ancient hall] while night hung around silent echoless windows arched on high in midnight’s cheerless vacancy winged with fear four clasped hands give her spirit to the hour Ghostly meaning phantom pain the sun might show more bright than sorrow’s future history earthly aid unmoored over life’s wide ocean Vain relief burning brow back to the declining beam to night be slow in step & soft in tread sleep mouldering on amid the yell the first dawn of summer morn skylark’s song of love an answer to the blackbird’s song the earliest sounds that greet the morn March 1 1837 Branwell Brontë March 30 2022 Andrew Taylor [Well! I will lift my eyes once more] Western heaven closed sever thoughts wild world of misery bright journeyer companion of dark decline behind native flee following west Native home me