by Emily Brontë (1818 - 1848)
Language: English
If grief for grief can touch thee If answering woe for woe If any ruth can melt thee Come to me now I cannot be more lonely More drear I cannot be My worn heart throbs so wildly 'Twill break for thee And when the world despises When heaven repels my prayer Will not my angel comfort? Mine idol hear? Yes by the tears I've poured By all my hours of pain Oh I will surely win thee Beloved, again
Note: in the Fisk work, this is sung by Heathcliff
Researcher for this page: Terry Fisk
Composition:
- Set to music by Terry Fisk , no title, published 2002 [ voice, piano ], from Wuthering Heights, no. 6
Text Authorship:
- by Emily Brontë (1818 - 1848), no title, appears in Poems by Charlotte, Emily, and Anne Brontë Now for the First Time Printed, first published 1902
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Researcher for this page: Terry Fisk
This text was added to the website: 2004-03-20
Line count: 16
Word count: 80