The Visionary
Emily Brontë
1818 to 1848
Type into the gaps to complete the poem. To reset the game, click on the "Reset Game" button located below the poem. This will clear all the words you've placed in the blanks, and resetting the poem to its original state with empty blanks. If you prefer to drag and drop words, click the Drag & Drop button below. You can also print out the poem for use in the classroom.
Silent is the house: all are laid asleep:
One looks out o’er the snow-wreaths deep,
Watching every cloud, every breeze
That whirls the wildering drift, and bends groaning trees.
Cheerful is the hearth, soft the matted floor;
Not one shivering gust creeps through pane or door;
little lamp burns straight, its rays shoot strong and far:
I trim it well, to be the wanderer’s guiding-star.
Frown, my haughty sire! chide, my angry dame!
Set your to spy; threaten me with shame:
But neither sire dame nor prying serf shall know,
What angel nightly that waste of frozen snow.
What I love shall like visitant of air,
Safe in secret power from human snare;
What loves me, no word of mine e’er betray,
Though for faith unstained my life must pay.
Burn, then, little lamp; glimmer straight and clear—
Hush! a rustling wing stirs, methinks, the air:
He for I wait, thus ever comes to me;
Strange Power! trust thy might; trust thou my constancy.