by Emily Brontë (1818 - 1848)
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Language: English
How clear she shines!
How quietly I lie beneath her guardian light
While Heaven and Earth are whispering to me
"Tomorrow wake, but dream tonight."
...
While gazing on the stars that glow
Above me in that stormless sea
I long to hope that all the woe
Creation knows is held in thee!
And this shall be my dream tonight
I'll think the heav'n of glorious spheres
Is rolling on its course of light
In endless bliss, through endless years.
I'll think there's not one world above
Far as these straining eyes can see
Where wisdom ever laughed at Love
Or Virtue crouched to Infamy
Where pleasure still will lead to wrong
And helpless reason warn in vain
And truth is weak, and treachery strong
And joy the shortest path to pain
And peace the lethargy of grief
And hope a phantom of the soul
And life a labour void and brief
And death the despot of the whole
Note: in the Fisk work, this is sung by Edgar
Researcher for this page: Victoria Brago
Composition:
- Set to music by Terry Fisk , no title, published 2002 [ voice, piano ], from Wuthering Heights, no. 30
Text Authorship:
- by Emily Brontë (1818 - 1848), "How clear she shines", from Poems by Currer, Ellis, and Acton Bell, first published 1846
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Researcher for this page: Victoria Brago
This text was added to the website between May 1995 and September 2003.
Line count: 28
Word count: 182