How loud the storm sounds round the Hall! From arch to arch, from door to door, Pillar and roof and granite wall Rock like a cradle in its roar. That elm tree by the haunted well Greets no returning summer skies: Down with a rush the giant fell, And stretched athwart the path it lies. Hardly had passed the funeral train, So long delayed by wind and snow; And how they'll reach the house again To-morrow's dawn perhaps will show.
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- by Emily Brontë (1818 - 1848), no title, appears in Poems by Charlotte, Emily, and Anne Brontë Now for the First Time Printed, first published 1902 [author's text checked 1 time against a primary source]
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