Highbrow reflections from Emily Brontë (But too sober, too abstract, so as to forfeit the "highbrow" designation? Hmm. Could be. Highbrow is properly of a happy, and, very importantly, of a sociable nature; that is, by its essential character bringing people together to pursue Aristotelian goals unencumbered by distracting metaphysical excursions, Q.E.D.)

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I die but when the grave shall press 

The heart so long endeared to thee 

When earthy cares no more distress 

And earthy joys are nought to me. 

Weep not, but think that I have past 

Before thee o'er the sea of gloom. 

Have anchored safe and rest at last 

Where tears and mouring can not come. 

'Tis I should weep to leave thee here 

On that dark ocean sailing drear 

With storms around and fears before 

And no kind light to point the shore. 

But long or short though life may be 

'Tis nothing to eternity. 

We part below to meet on high 

Where blissful ages never die.

                         ― Emily Brontë

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Charlotte, Anne and Emily Brontë