The Visionary
Emily Brontë
1818 to 1848
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Reconstruct the poem by dragging each line into its correct position. Your goal is to reassemble the original poem as accurately as possible. As you move the lines, you'll see whether your arrangement is correct, helping you explore the poem's flow and meaning. You can also print out the jumbled poem to cut up and reassemble in the classroom. Either way, take your time, enjoy the process, and discover how the poet's words come together to create something truly beautiful.
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But neither sire nor dame nor prying serf shall know,
Frown, my haughty sire! chide, my angry dame!
Though for faith unstained my life must forfeit pay.
Watching every cloud, dreading every breeze
Strange Power! I trust thy might; trust thou my constancy.
Silent is the house: all are laid asleep:
What I love shall come like visitant of air,
The little lamp burns straight, its rays shoot strong and far:
Hush! a rustling wing stirs, methinks, the air:
He for whom I wait, thus ever comes to me;
Burn, then, little lamp; glimmer straight and clear—
Safe in secret power from lurking human snare;
One alone looks out o'er the snow-wreaths deep,
Set your slaves to spy; threaten me with shame:
What loves me, no word of mine shall e'er betray,
What angel nightly tracks that waste of frozen snow.
Cheerful is the hearth, soft the matted floor;
Not one shivering gust creeps through pane or door;
That whirls the wildering drift, and bends the groaning trees.
I trim it well, to be the wanderer's guiding-star.