Shall Earth no more inspire thee
Shall Earth no more inspire thee,
Thou lonely dreamer now?
Since passion may not fire thee Shall Nature cease to bow?
Thy mind is ever moving In regions dark to thee;
Recall its useless roving— Come back and dwell with me.
I know my mountain breezes Enchant and soothe the still— I know my sunshine pleases Despite thy wayward will.
When day with evening blending Sinks from the summer sky,
I've seen thy spirit bending In fond idolatry.
I've watched thee every hour— I know my mighty sway— I know my magic power To drive thy griefs away.
Few hearts to mortals given On earth so wildly pine,
Yet none would ask a Heaven More like the Earth than mine.
Then let my winds caress thee— Thy comrade let me be— Since naught beside can bless thee,
Return and dwell with me.
Emily Jane Bronte
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