I'll come when thou art saddest Laid alone in the darkened room; When the mad day's mirth has vanished And the smile of joy is banished From evening's chilly gloom. I'll come when the heart's real feeling Has entire unbiassed sway, And my influence o'er thee stealing, Grief deepening, joy congealing, Shall bear thy soul away. Listen, 'tis just the hour, The awful time for thee; Dost thou not feel upon thy soul A flood of strange sensations roll, Forerunners of a sterner power, Heralds of me?
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- 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 Terry Fisk , "I'll come when thou art saddest", published 2002 [voice, piano], from Wuthering Heights, no. 9. [text verified 1 time]
- by Nick Peros , "I'll come when thou art saddest" [text verified 1 time]
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