Poem by Emily Jane Brontë

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. The Wind Was Rough Which Tore
2. I See Around Me Tombstones Grey
3. Often Rebuked, Yet Always Back Returning
4. Yes, Holy Be Thy Resting Place
5. Encouragement

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