by Emily Brontë (1818 - 1848)

Child of Delight!
Language: English 
Child of Delight! with sunbright hair
And seablue, seadeep eyes.
Spirit of bliss, what brings thee here
Beneath these sullen skies?

Thou shouldst live in eternal spring
Where endless day is never dim.
Why, seraph has thy erring wing
Borne thee down to weep with him?

'Not from heaven am I descended
I do not come to mingle tears.
But sweet is day though with shadows blended
And though clouded sweet are youthful years

I, the image of light and gladness
Saw and pitied that mournful boy
Swore to take his gloomy sadness
And give to him my beamy joy.

Guardian angel he lacks no more;
My watch will shield him now.'

Child of delight! Child of delight!
Is it Love which brings thee here?


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Researcher for this text: Victoria Brago

This text was added to the website between May 1995 and September 2003.
Line count: 20
Word count: 125