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Poem by Emily Jane Brontë


The Visionary


Silent is the house: all are laid asleep:
One alone looks out oer the snow-wreaths deep,
Watching every cloud, dreading every breeze
That whirls the wildering drift, and bends the groaning trees.

Cheerful is the hearth, soft the matted floor;
Not one shivering gust creeps through pane or door;
The little lamp burns straight, its rays shoot strong and far:
I trim it well, to be the wanderers guiding-star.

Frown, my haughty sire! chide, my angry dame!
Set your slaves to spy; threaten me with shame:
But neither sire nor dame nor prying serf shall know,
What angel nightly tracks that waste of frozen snow.

What I love shall come like visitant of air,
Safe in secret power from lurking human snare;
What loves me, no word of mine shall eer betray,
Though for faith unstained my life must forfeit pay.

Burn, then, little lamp; glimmer straight and clear
Hush! a rustling wing stirs, methinks, the air:
He for whom I wait, thus ever comes to me;
Strange Power! I trust thy might; trust thou my constancy. 



Emily Jane Brontë


Emily Jane Brontë's other poems:
  1. Honour's Martyr
  2. Warning and Reply
  3. The Elder's Rebuke
  4. Shall Earth No More Inspire Thee
  5. Well Hast Thou Spoke


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