The Visionary
Emily Brontë
1818 to 1848
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I trim it well, to be the wanderer's guiding-star.
Not one shivering gust creeps through pane or door;
He for whom I wait, thus ever comes to me;
Hush! a rustling wing stirs, methinks, the air:
But neither sire nor dame nor prying serf shall know,
The little lamp burns straight, its rays shoot strong and far:
Safe in secret power from lurking human snare;
Cheerful is the hearth, soft the matted floor;
Set your slaves to spy; threaten me with shame:
Strange Power! I trust thy might; trust thou my constancy.
That whirls the wildering drift, and bends the groaning trees.
Burn, then, little lamp; glimmer straight and clear—
Watching every cloud, dreading every breeze
What I love shall come like visitant of air,
One alone looks out o'er the snow-wreaths deep,
What angel nightly tracks that waste of frozen snow.
Though for faith unstained my life must forfeit pay.
What loves me, no word of mine shall e'er betray,
Frown, my haughty sire! chide, my angry dame!
Silent is the house: all are laid asleep: