by Emily Brontë (1818 - 1848)

I paused on the threshold
Language: English 
I paused on the threshold
I turned to the sky
I looked to the heavens
And the dark mountains round

The full moon shone bright
Through that ocean on high
And the wind murmured past
With a wild eerie sound

And I entered the walls
Of my dark prison house
Mysterious it rose
From the billowy moor

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This text was added to the website: 2004-02-05
Line count: 12
Word count: 57