Poem by Emily Jane Brontë

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The sun has set, and the long grass now
Waves dreamily in the evening wind;
And the wild bird has flown from that old gray stone
In some warm nook a couch to find.

In all the lonely landscape round
I see no light and hear no sound,
Except the wind that far away
Come sighing o'er the healthy sea.

1. The Wind Was Rough Which Tore
2. I See Around Me Tombstones Grey
3. High Waving Heather 'Neath Stormy Blasts Bending
4. Death, That Struck When I Was Most Confiding
5. Yes, Holy Be Thy Resting Place

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