Emily Jane Brontë: The Complete Poems Edited by Janet Gezari |
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[Shall Earth no more inspire thee]
Shall Earth no more inspire thee,
Thou lonely dreamer now?
Since passion may not fire thee
Shall Nature cease to bow?
Thou lonely dreamer now?
Since passion may not fire thee
Shall Nature cease to bow?
Thy mind is ever moving
In regions dark to thee;
Recall its useless roving—
Come back and dwell with me—
In regions dark to thee;
Recall its useless roving—
Come back and dwell with me—
I know my mountain breezes
Enchant and soothe thee still—
I know my sunshine pleases
Despite thy wayward will—
Enchant and soothe thee still—
I know my sunshine pleases
Despite thy wayward will—
When day with evening blending
Sinks from the summer sky,
I've seen thy spirit bending
In fond idolatry—
Sinks from the summer sky,
I've seen thy spirit bending
In fond idolatry—
I've watched thee every hour—
I know my mighty sway—
I know my magic power
To drive thy griefs away—
I know my mighty sway—
I know my magic power
To drive thy griefs away—
Few hearts to mortals given
On earth so wildly pine
Yet none would ask a Heaven
More like this Earth than thine—
On earth so wildly pine
Yet none would ask a Heaven
More like this Earth than thine—
Then let my winds caress thee—
Thy comrade let me be—
Since nought beside can bless thee
Return and dwell with me—
Thy comrade let me be—
Since nought beside can bless thee
Return and dwell with me—
Emily Jane Brontë: The Complete Poems | ||