by Emily Brontë (1818 - 1848)

Light up the halls tis closing day
Language: English 
Light up the halls tis closing day
I'm drear and lone and far away
Cold blows on my breast the north winds bitter sigh
And oh, my couch is bleak beneath the rainy sky

Light up the halls and think not of me
That face is absent now thou hast hated so to see
Bright be thine eyes undimmed their dazzling shine
For never, never more will they encounter mine

The desert moor is dark there is tempest in the air
I have breathed my only wish in one last one burning prayer
A prayer that would come forth although it lingered long
That set on fire my heart but died upon my tongue

And now, it shall be done before the morning rise
I will not watch the sun ascend in yonder skies
One task alone remains thy pictured face to view
And then I go to prove if God at least be true

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Oh could I see thy lids weighed down in cheerless woe
Too full to hide the tears too stern to overflow
Oh could I know thy soul with equal grief was torn
This fate might be endured this anguish might be borne


I do not need thy breath to cool my death-cold brow
But go to that far land where she is shining now
Tell her my latest wish tell her my dreary doom
Say my pangs are past but hers are yet to come

Vain words vain frenzied thoughts No ear can hear my call
Lost in the vacant air my frantic curses fall
And could she see me now perchance her lip would smile
Would smile in careless pride and utter scorn the while!

And yet for all her hate each parting glance would tell
A stronger passion breathed burned in this last farewell
Unconquered in my soul the Tyrant rules me still
Life bows to my control but love I cannot kill!

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