by Emily Brontë (1818 - 1848)

Shall Earth no more inspire thee
Language: English 
Shall Earth no more inspire thee,
Thou lonely dreamer now?
Since passion may not fire thee,
Shall nature cease to bow?

Thy mind is ever moving
In regions dark to thee;
Recall its useless roving,
Come back and dwell with me.

I know my mountain breezes
Enchant and soothe thee still
I know my sunshine pleases
Despite thy wayward will.

When day with evening blending
Sinks from the summer sky,
I've seen thy spirit bending in fond idolatry
I've watched thee ev'ry hour
I know my mighty sway
I know my magic pow'r
To drive thy griefs away.

Few hearts to mortals giv'n
On earth so wildly fine
Yet none would ask a Heav'n
More like the Earth than thine

Then let my winds carress thee
Thy comrade let me be
Since naught beside can bless thee,
Return and dwell with me

Return and dwell with me
with me.


Musical settings (art songs, Lieder, mélodies, (etc.), choral pieces, and other vocal works set to this text), listed by composer (not necessarily exhaustive)

Researcher for this text: Victoria Brago

This text was added to the website between May 1995 and September 2003.
Line count: 29
Word count: 149