In summer's mellow midnight A cloudless moon shone through [The]1 open parlour window And rose trees wet with dew I sat in silent musing The soft wind waved my hair I told me heaven was glorious And sleeping earth was fair I needed not its breathing To bring such thoughts to me But still it whispered lowly How dark the woods will be The thick leaves in my murmur Are rustling like a dream And all their myriad voices Instinct with spirit seem I said go gently singer Thy wooing voice is kind But do not think its music Has power to reach my mind Play with the scented flower The young tree's subtle bough And leave my human feelings In their own course to flow The wanderer would not leave me Its kiss grew warmer still Oh come it sighed so sweetly I'll win thee 'gainst thy will Have we not been from childhood friends? Have I not loved thee long? As long as though has't loved the night Whose silence wakes my song And when thy heart is laid at rest Beneath the church yard stone I shall have time [no more]2 to mourn And thou to be alone
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Note: in the Fisk work, this is sung by Heathcliff
1 Bronte: "Our"
2 Bronte: "enough"
- by Emily Brontë (1818 - 1848), "The Night-Wind", from Wuthering Heights and Agnes Grey, first published 1850 [author's text not yet checked against a primary source]
Musical settings (art songs, Lieder, mélodies, (etc.), choral pieces, and other vocal works set to this text), listed by composer (not necessarily exhaustive)
- by Arthur Butterworth (b. 1923), "The Night-Wind", published 1970 [soprano, clarinet obbligato, and orchestra], from The Night Wind [text not verified]
- by Terry Fisk , "In summer's mellow midnight
", published 2002 [voice, piano], from Wuthering Heights, no. 38. [text verified 1 time]
- by Margaret Ada Sutherland (1897 - 1984), "The Night-Wind", 1914, published 1973. [voice and piano] [text not verified]
Researcher for this text: Terry Fisk
This text was added to the website: 2004-03-22
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