by Emily Brontë (1818 - 1848)
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Language: English
I did not sleep twas noon of day
I watched the burning sunshine fall..
The long grass bending where I lay
The blue sky brooding over all
I heard the mellow hum of bees
And singing birds and sighing trees
And far away in woody dell
The music of the Sabbath bell
I did not dream remembrance still
Clasped round my heart its fetters chill
But I am sure the soul is free
To leave its clay a little while
Or how in exile misery
Could I have seen my county smile
In ancient fields my limbs were laid
With ancient turf beneath my head
My spirit wandered o'er that shore
Where nought but it may wander more
Yet if the soul can thus return
I need not and I will not mourn.
The mortal flesh you might debar
But not the eternal fire within.
...
A heart that can forget him never
Thought shut within a sighing tomb
His name shall be for whom I bear
This long sustained and hopeless doom
And brighter in the hour of woe
Than in the blaze of victory's pride
That glory shedding star shall glow
For which we fought and bled and died.
Note: In the Fisk work, this is sung by Catherine
Researcher for this page: Terry Fisk
Composition:
- Set to music by Terry Fisk , no title, published 2002 [ voice, piano ], from Wuthering Heights, no. 5
Text Authorship:
- by Emily Brontë (1818 - 1848), no title
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Researcher for this page: Terry Fisk
This text was added to the website: 2004-03-20
Line count: 31
Word count: 201