Emily Jane Brontë (Эмили Бронте)

Silent Is the House

Come, the wind may never again
Blow as now it blows for us;
And the stars may never again shine as now they shine;
Long before October returns,
Seas of blood will have parted us;
And you must crush the love in your heart, and I the love in mine! 

1. I See Around Me Tombstones Grey
2. The Wind Was Rough Which Tore
3. High Waving Heather 'Neath Stormy Blasts Bending
4. Often Rebuked, Yet Always Back Returning
5. Yes, Holy Be Thy Resting Place

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