by Emily Brontë (1818 - 1848)
O transient voyager of heaven
Language: English
O transient voyager of heaven O silent sign of winter skies What adverse wind thy sail has driven To dungeons where a prisoner lies? Methinks the hand that shut the sun So sternly from this mourning brow Might still their rebel task have done? And checked a thing so frail as thou They would have done it had they known The talisman that dwelt in thee For all the suns that ever shone Have never been so kind to me For many a week, and many a day My heart was weighed with sinking gloom When morning rose in mourning grey And faintly lit my prison room But angel like, when I awoke Thy silvery form so soft and fair Shining through darkness, sweetly spoke Of cloudy skies and mountains bare ... Thy presence and voiceless soulless messenger Waked a thrilling tone That comforts me while thou art here And will sustain when thou art gone
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View text with all available footnotesNote: in the Fisk work, this is sung by Linton (stanzas 1, 3-6) and Cathy (second stanza).
Authorship:
- by Emily Brontë (1818 - 1848) [author's text not yet checked against a primary source]
Musical settings (art songs, Lieder, mélodies, (etc.), choral pieces, and other vocal works set to this text), listed by composer (not necessarily exhaustive):
- by Terry Fisk , "O transient voyager of heaven", published 2002 [voice, piano], from Wuthering Heights, no. 32. [text verified 1 time]
Researcher for this page: Terry Fisk
This text was added to the website: 2004-03-22
Line count: 25
Word count: 156