by Emily Brontë (1818 - 1848)

The Night Wind
Language: English 
There it is!
It wakes tonight sweet thoughts that will not die
And feelings' fires flash all as bright as in the years gone by!
I can tell by thine altered cheek, by thy kindled gaze,
And by the words thou scarce do speak
How wildly fancy plays.

I could swear the glorious wind has swept the world aside
has dashed its memory from thy mind
Like foambells 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
Free from thy control
A principle of life intense,
Sweeping from pole, to pole.


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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: 17
Word count: 110