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POEMS OF EMILY BRONTË

I've watched thee every hour;
I know my mighty sway:
I know my magic power
To drive thy griefs away.


Few hearts to mortals given,
On earth so wildly pine;
Yet few would ask a heaven
More like this earth than thine.


Then let my winds caress thee;
Thy comrade let me be:
Since nought beside can bless thee,
Return—and dwell with me.