by Emily Brontë (1818 - 1848)

How clear she shines!
Language: English 
How clear she shines!
How quietly I lie beneath her [silver]1 light
While Heaven and Earth are whispering to me
"Tomorrow wake, but dream tonight."

[Yes fancy come, my spirit love!
These throbbing temples, softly kiss,
And bend my lonely couch above
And bring me rest.]2

While gazing on the stars that glow
Above me in that stormless sea
I long to hope that all the woe
Creation knows is held in thee!

And this shall be my dream tonight
I'll think the heav'n of glorious spheres
Is rolling on its course of light
In endless bliss, through endless years.

[I'll think there's not one world above
Far as these straining eyes can see
Where wisdom ever laughed at Love
Or Virtue crouched to Infamy

Where pleasure still will lead to wrong
And helpless reason warn in vain
And truth is weak, and treachery strong
And joy the shortest path to pain

And peace the lethargy of grief
And hope a phantom of the soul
And life a labour void and brief
And death the despot of the whole]3

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Note: in the Fisk work, this is sung by Edgar
1 Fisk: "guardian"
2 omitted by Fisk
3 omitted by Mitchell

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Word count: 179