by Emily Brontë (1818 - 1848)

The wind was rough which tore
Language: English 
The wind was rough which tore
The leaf from its parent tree
The fate was cruel which bore
The withering corpse to me

We wander on we have no rest
It is a dreary way

What shadow is it
That ever moves before [my] eyes
It has a brow of ghostly whiteness

T. Fisk sets lines 1-4

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Note: in the Fisk work, this is sung by Heathcliff

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Researcher for this text: Terry Fisk

This text was added to the website: 2004-03-22
Line count: 9
Word count: 52