by Emily Brontë (1818 - 1848)
The starry night shall tidings bring
Language: English
The starry night shall tidings bring: Go out upon the breezy moor, Watch for a bird with sable wing And beak and talons dropping gore. Look not around, look not beneath, But mutely trace its airy way; Mark where it lights upon the heath, Then wanderer kneel thee down and pray. What fortune may await thee there I will not and I dare not tell, But Heaven is moved by fervent prayer And God is mercy -- fare thee well!
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- by Emily Brontë (1818 - 1848), no title [author's text checked 1 time against a primary source]
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This text was added to the website: 2010-09-11
Line count: 12
Word count: 79