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The Visionary

by Emily Brontë


Silent is the house: all are laid asleep:

One alone looks out o'er the snow-wreaths deep,

Watching every cloud, dreading every breeze

That whirls the wildering drift, and bends the

groaning trees.


Cheerful is the hearth, soft the matted floor;

Not one shivering gust creeps through pane or door;

The little lamp burns straight, its rays shoot strong

and far:

I trim it well, to be the wanderer's guiding-star.


Frown, my haughty sire! chide, my angry dame!

Set your slaves to spy; threaten me with shame:

But neither sire nor dame nor prying serf shall know,

What angel nightly tracks that waste of frozen snow.


What I love shall come like visitant of air,

Safe in secret power from lurking human snare;

What loves me, no word of mine shall e'er betray,

Though for faith unstained my life must forfeit pay.


Burn, then, little lamp; glimmer straight and clear-

Hush! a rustling wing stirs, methinks, the air:

He for whom I wait, thus ever comes to me;

Strange Power! I trust thy might; trust thou

my constancy.


Emily Brontë was born 1818 and is a celebrated poet and novelist, best known as the writer of Wuthering Heights.
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