by Emily Brontë (1818 - 1848)
Aye there it is ‑ it wakes tonight
Language: English
Aye there it is - it wakes tonight Sweet thoughts that will not die And feeling's fires flash all as bright As in the years gone by ... Yes I could swear that glorious wind Has swept the world aside Has dashed its memory from my mind Like foam bells from the tide And thou art now a spirit pouring Thy presence into all The essence of the Tempest's roaring And of the Tempest's fall A universal influence From my own influence free A principle of life intense Lost to mortality Thus truly when the breast is cold The prisoned soul shall rise The dungeon mingle with the mould The captive with the skies
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Authorship:
- by Emily Brontë (1818 - 1848) [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 Terry Fisk , "Aye there it is, it wakes tonight", published 2002 [voice, piano], from Wuthering Heights, no. 41. [text verified 1 time]
Researcher for this page: Terry Fisk
This text was added to the website: 2004-03-22
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Word count: 114