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.
- 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), "The Night Wind", op. 17 no. 8 (1976), from Visions from the Earth, no. 8. [text verified 1 time]
Researcher for this text: Victoria Brago
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