Emily Jane Bronte

How beautiful the Earth is
To thee–how full of Happiness;
How little fraught with real
Or shadowy phantoms of distress;

Ladybird
Ladybird
Fly away home,
Night is approaching, and sunset is come:

High waving heather 'neath stormy blasts bending,
Midnight and moonlight and bright shining stars,
Darkness and glory rejoicingly blending,
Earth rising to heaven and heaven descending,

How clear she shines
How quietlyI lie beneath her guardian light;
While heaven and earth are whispering me,"To morrow, wake, but dream to-night
"Yes,

I knew not 'twas so dire a
To say the word, "Adieu;"But this shall be the only
My lips or heart shall sue
That wild hill-side, the winter morn,

"The winter wind is loud and wild,
Come close to me, my darling child;
Forsake thy books, and mateless play;
And, while the night is gathering gray,

If grief for grief can touch thee,
If answering woe for woe,
If any truth can melt thee Come to me now
I cannot be more lonely,

Death
that struck when I was most confiding
In my certain faith of joy to be—Strike again,
Time's withered branch

The moon is full this winter night;
The stars are clear, though few;
And every window glistens
With leaves of frozen dew

Come hither, child—who gifted thee With power to touch that string so well
How darest thou rouse up thoughts in me,
Thoughts that I would—but cannot quell
Nay, chide not, lady; long ago I heard those notes in Ula's hall,

I do not weep;
I would not weep;
Our mother needs no tears:
Dry thine eyes, too; 'tis vain to

Hope was but a timid friend-She sat without my grated
Watching how my fate would
Even as selfish-hearted men
She was cruel in her fear