Page:Poems by Currer, Ellis, and Acton Bell (Charlotte, Emily and Anne Brontë, 1846).djvu/32

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STARS.


I was at peace, and drank your beams
 As they were life to me;
And revelled in my changeful dreams,
 Like petrel on the sea.


Thought followed thought, star followed star,
 Through boundless regions, on;
While one sweet influence, near and far,
 Thrilled through, and proved us one!


Why did the morning dawn to break
 So great, so pure, a spell;
And scorch with fire the tranquil cheek,
 Where your cool radiance fell?


Blood-red, he rose, and, arrow-straight,
 His fierce beams struck my brow;
The soul of nature, sprang, elate,
 But mine sank sad and low!


My lids closed down, yet through their veil,
 I saw him, blazing, still,
And steep in gold the misty dale,
 And flash upon the hill.


I turned me to the pillow, then,
 To call back night, and see
Your worlds of solemn light, again,
 Throb with my heart, and me!