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Emily Jane Brontë: The Complete Poems

Edited by Janet Gezari
Brontë, Emily (1818-1848)
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I. Poems Published in 1846
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III. Undated Poems
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[How long will you remain? The midnight hour]

How long will you remain? The midnight hour
Has tolled the last note from [the] minster tower
Come come the fire is dead the lamp burns low
Your eyelids droop a weight is on your brow
Your cold hands hardly hold the useless pen
Come morn will give recovered strength again
No let me linger leave me let me be
A little longer in this reverie
I'm happy now and would you tear away
My blissful dream that never comes with day
A vision dear though false for well my mind
Knows what a bitter waking waits behind
Can there be pleasure in this shadowy room
With windows yawning on intenser gloom
And such a dreary wind so bleakly sweeping
Round walls where only you are vigil keeping
Besides your face has not a sign of joy
And more than tearful sorrow fills your eye
Look on those woods look on that heaven lorn
And think how changed they'll be tomorrow morn
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The dome of heaven expanding bright and blue
The leaves the green grass sprinkled thick with dew
And wet mists rising on the river's breast
And wild birds bursting from their songless nest
And your own children's merry voices chasing
The fancies grief not pleasure has been tracing
Aye speak of these—but can you tell me why
Day breathes such beauty over earth and sky
And waking sounds revive restore again
[Dull] hearts that all night long have throbbed in pain
Is it not that the sunshine and the wind
Lure from its self the mourner's woe worn mind
And all the joyous music breathing by
And all the splendour of that cloudless sky
Regive him shadowy gleams of infancy
And draw his tired gaze from futurity
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