Poem by Emily Bronte

Shall Earth no more inspire thee,

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 –

I know my mountain breezes

Enchant annd 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 idolotry –

I’ve watched thee every hour –

I know my mighty sway –

I know my magic power

To drive thy griefs away –

Few hearts to mortal given

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 –

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