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POEMS OF EMILY BRONTË

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HOW CLEAR SHE SHINES

How clear she shines! How quietly  I lie beneath her guardian light; While heaven and earth are whispering me,  'To-morrow, wake, but, dream to-night.' Yes, Fancy, come, my Fairy love!  These throbbing temples softly kiss; And bend my lonely couch above,  And bring me rest, and bring me bliss. The world is going; dark world, adieu!  Grim world, conceal thee till the day; The heart thou canst not all subdue,  Must still resist, if thou delay! Thy love I will not, will not share;  Thy hatred only wakes a smile; Thy griefs may wound—thy wrongs may tear,  But, oh, thy lies shall ne'er beguile! While gazing on the stars that glow  Above me, in that stormless sea, I long to hope that all the woe  Creation knows, is held in thee!