(Vintage 1930's dress and slip)

***This poem really moves me so much...
I love what Emily Bronte's (Author of Wuthering Heights) sister Charlotte Bronte (Author of Jane Eyre) said... "The faculty of imagination lifted me when I was sinking...". 

*Charlotte Brontë notes, "The following are the last lines my sister Emily ever wrote."

No coward soul is mine
(Jan. 2, 1846)

No coward soul is mine
No trembler in the world's storm-troubled sphere
I see Heaven's glories shine
And Faith shines equal arming me from Fear

0 God within my breast
Almighty ever-present Deity
Life, that in me hast rest
As I Undying Life, have power in Thee!

Vain are the thousand creeds
That move men's hearts, unutterably vain,
Worthless as withered weeds
Or idlest froth amid the boundless main

To waken doubt in one
Holding so fast by thy infinity
So surely anchored on
The steadfast rock of Immortality

With wide-embracing love
Thy spirit animates eternal years
Pervades and broods above,
Changes, sustains, dissolves, creates and rears

Though Earth and moon were gone
And suns and universes ceased to be
And thou wert left alone
Every Existence would exist in thee

There is not room for Death
Nor atom that his might could render void
Since thou art Being and Breath

And what thou art may never be destroyed.