Speak of the North! A lonely moor
Charlotte Brontë
1816 to 1855
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Hurriedly through its ferny dells.
Profoundly still the twilight air,
And far away a mountain zone,
Till like a phantom gliding near
And one star, large and soft and lone,
Speak of the North! A lonely moor
A stag bends down to drink the stream.
Lifeless the landscape; so we deem
Silent and dark and tractless swells,
Silently lights the unclouded skies.
A cold, white waste of snow-drifts lies,
The waves of some wild streamlet pour