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POEMS OF EMILY BRONTË

And, if their eyes should watch and weep  Till sorrow's source were dry, She would not, in her tranquil sleep,  Return a single sigh! Blow, west-wind, by the lonely mound,  And murmur, summer-streams— There is no need of other sound  To soothe my lady's dreams.