Emily Brontë - Sympathy lyrics

There should be no despair for you While nightly stars are burning, While evening pours its silent dew And sunshine gilds the morning. There should be no despair - though tears May flow down like a river: Are not the best beloved of years Around your heart forever? They weep - you weep - it must be so; Winds sigh as you are sighing, And Winter sheds his grief in snow Where Autumn's leaves are lying: Yet these revive, and from their fate Your fate cannot be parted, Then journey on, if not elate, Still, never broken-hearted!