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The Visionary

by Emily Brontë

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Drawing the boundary…

Oh! when 'tis summer weather

by William Lisle Bowles

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Drawing the boundary…

The poems

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The Visionary

by Emily Brontë

Silent is the house: all are laid asleep:
One alone looks out o’er the snow-wreaths deep,
Watching every cloud, dreading every breeze
That whirls the wildering drift, and bends the groaning trees.

Cheerful is the hearth, soft the matted floor;
Not one shivering gust creeps through pane or door;
The 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 slaves to spy; threaten me with shame:
But neither sire nor dame nor prying serf shall know,
What angel nightly tracks that waste of frozen snow.

What I love shall come like visitant of air,
Safe in secret power from lurking human snare;
What loves me, no word of mine shall e’er betray,
Though for faith unstained my life must forfeit pay.

Burn, then, little lamp; glimmer straight and clear—
Hush! a rustling wing stirs, methinks, the air:
He for whom I wait, thus ever comes to me;
Strange Power! I trust thy might; trust thou my constancy.

Oh! when 'tis summer weather

by William Lisle Bowles

Oh! when 'tis summer weather, 
And the yellow bee, with fairy sound, 
The waters clear is humming round, 
And the cuckoo sings unseen, 
And the leaves are waving green — 
Oh! then 'tis sweet, 
In some remote retreat, 
To hear the murmuring, dove, 
With those whom on earth alone we love. 
And to wind through the greenwood together. 
But when 'tis winter weather, 
And crosses grieve, 
And friends deceive, 
And rain and sleet 
The lattice beat, — 
Oh! then 'tis sweet 
To sit and sing 
Of the friends with whom, in the days of spring, 
We roamed through the greenwood together. 

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