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POEMS OF EMILY BRONTË

The following little piece has no title; but in it the genius of a solitary region seems to address his wandering and wayward votary, and to recall within his influence the proud mind which rebelled at times even against what it most loved

IV

Shall earth no more inspire thee,
Thou lonely dreamer now?
Since passion may not fire thee,
Shall nature cease to bow?


Thy mind is ever moving,
In regions dark to thee;
Recall its useless roving,
Come back, and dwell with me.


I know my mountain breezes
Enchant and soothe thee still,
I know my sunshine pleases,
Despite thy wayward will.


When day with evening blending,
Sinks from the summer sky,
I've seen thy spirit bending
In fond idolatry.