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.
- 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 John Mitchell (b. 1941), "Shall Earth no more inspire thee", op. 17 no. 5 (1976), from Visions from the Earth, no. 5. [text verified 1 time]
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