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Speak God Of Visions

O, thy bright eyes must answer now,

When Reason, with a scornful brow,

Is mocking at my overthrow!

O, thy sweet tongue must plead for me,

And tell why I have chosen thee!

Stern Reason is to judgment come,

Arrayed in all her forms of gloom:

Wilt thou, my advocate, be dumb?

No, radiant angel, speak and

Why I did cast the world away;

Why I have presevered to

The common paths that others run,

And on a strange road journeyed on,

Heedless alike of wealth and power,

Of Glory's wreath and Pleasure's flower.

These once, indeed, seemed Beings Divine;

And they, perchance, heard vows of mine,

And saw my offerings on their shrine;

But careless gifts are seldom prized,

And mine were worthily despised.

So, with a ready heart I

To seek their altar-stone no more;

And gave my spirit to

Thee, ever-present, phantom thing— My slave, my comrade, and my king.

A slave, because I rule thee still,

Incline thee to my changeful will,

And make thy influence good or ill;

A comrade, for by day and

Thou art my intimate delight,— My darling pain that wounds and sears,

And wrings a blessing out of

Be deadening me to earthly cares;

And yet, a king, though Prudence

Have taught thy subject to rebel.

And I am wrong to worship

Faith cannot doubt, nor Hope despair,

Since my own soul can grant my prayer?

Speak,

God of Visions, plead for me,

And tell why I have chosen thee!

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Emily Jane Bronte

Emily Jane Brontë (30 July 1818 – 19 December 1848) was an English novelist and poet who is best known for her only novel, Wuthering Heights, no…

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