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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