Emily Jane Brontë: The Complete Poems Edited by Janet Gezari |
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[Aye there it is! It wakes tonight]
Aye there it is! It wakes tonight
Sweet thoughts that will not die
And feeling's fires flash all as bright
As in the years gone by!—
Sweet thoughts that will not die
And feeling's fires flash all as bright
As in the years gone by!—
And I can tell by thine altered cheek
And by thy kindled gaze
And by the words thou scarce dost speak,
How wildly fancy plays—
And by thy kindled gaze
And by the words thou scarce dost speak,
How wildly fancy plays—
Yes I could swear that glorious wind
Has swept the world aside
Has dashed its memory from thy mind
Like foam-bells from the tide—
Has swept the world aside
Has dashed its memory from thy mind
Like foam-bells from the tide—
And thou art now a spirit pouring
Thy presence into all—
The essence of the Tempest's roaring
And of the Tempest's fall—
Thy presence into all—
The essence of the Tempest's roaring
And of the Tempest's fall—
A universal influence
From Thine own influence free—
A principle of life intense
Lost to mortality—
From Thine own influence free—
A principle of life intense
Lost to mortality—
Thus truly when that breast is cold
Thy prisoned soul shall rise
The dungeon mingle with the mould—
The captive with the skies—
Thy prisoned soul shall rise
The dungeon mingle with the mould—
The captive with the skies—
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