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POEMS OF EMILY BRONTË

VIII

The battle had passed from the height,
And still did evening fall;
While heaven with its restful night
Gloriously canopied all.


The dead around were sleeping
On heath and granite grey,
And the dying their last watch were keeping
In the closing of the day.

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How golden bright from earth and heaven
The summer day declines!
How gloriously o'er land and sea
The parting sunbeam shines!
There is a voice in the wind that waves
Those bright rejoicing trees.

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Not a vapour had stained the breezeless blue,
Not a cloud had dimmed the sun,
From the time of morning's earliest dew
Till the summer day was done.


And all as pure and all as bright
The sun of evening died,
And purer still its parting light
Shone on Lake Elnor's tide.