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Poem by Emily Jane Brontë


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That wind I used to hear it swelling
With joy divinely deep
You might have seen my hot tears welling
But rapture made me weep

I used to love on winter nights
To lie and dream alone
Of all the hopes and real delights
My early years had known

And oh above the rest of those
That coming time should [bear]
Like heaven's own glorious stars they rose
Still beaming bright and fair.



Emily Jane Brontë


Emily Jane Brontë's other poems:
  1. The Elder's Rebuke
  2. The Wanderer from the Fold
  3. Often Rebuked, Yet Always Back Returning
  4. If Grief For Grief Can Touch Thee
  5. The Wind Was Rough Which Tore


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