Lyrics of the Emily Bronte Songs
Click on a title to read Emily's Poem.
1 ~ How Clear She Shines
2 ~ Song (My Lady's Dreams)
3 ~ Remembrance
4 ~ I Know Not How
5 ~ Stars
6 ~ Spellbound
7 ~ Cathy's Theme - Instrumental, no lyrics
8 ~ The Wanderer
9 ~ Alone I Sat
10~ Tell Me
12~ Silent Is The House
13~ Last Words
14~ No Coward Soul
How clear she shines! How quietly
I lie beneath her guardian light
while heaven and earth are whispering me:
tomorrow wake, but dream tonight.
Yes, fancy come, my fairy love!
These throbbing temples softly kiss;
and bend my lonely couch above
and bring me rest and bring me bliss.
The world is going: dark world adieu.
Grim world, conceal Thee till the day.
The heart, Thou canst not all subdue
must still resist, if Thou delay!
Thy love I will not, will not share
Thy hatred only wakes a smile
Thy griefs may wound Thy wrongs may tear,
but, oh, Thy lies shall ne’er beguile!
While gazing on the stars that glow
above me, in the stormless sea
I long to hope that all the woe
creation knows, is held in Thee.
And this shall be my dream tonight.
I’ll think the heaven of glorious spheres
is rolling on its course of light
in endliss bliss through endless years
I’ll think there’s not one world above
far as these straining eyes can see
where wisdom ever laughed at love
or virtue crouched to infamy.
The linnet in the rocky dells
the moor lark in the air.
The bee among the heather bells
that hide my lady fair.
The wild deer browse above her breast
the wild birds raise their brood;
and they, her smiles of love caressed,
have left her solitude.
I ween, that when the grave’s dark wall
old first her form retain
they thought their hearts could ne’er recall
the light of joy again.
They thought the tide of grief would flow
unchecked through future years:
but where is all their anguish now
and where are all their tears?
Well, let them fight for honour’s breath,
or pleasure shade pursue -
the dweller in the land of death
is changed and careless too.
And, if there eyes should watch and weep
till sorrow’s source were dry,
she would not, in her tranquil sleep,
return a single sigh!
Blow west-wind, by the lonely mound
and murmur, summer-streams
there is no need of other sound
to soothe my lady’s dreams.
Cold is the earth – and the deep snow piled above Thee.
Far, far removed, cold in the dreary grave!
Have I forgot, my only love, to love Thee.
Severed at last by time’s all-severing wave?
Now, when alone, do my thoughts no longer hover.
Over the mountains on that northern shore.
Resting their wings where heath and fern-leaves cover.
They noble heart for ever, ever more?
Cold in the earth – and fifteen wild Decembers,
from those brown hills have melted into spring.
Faithful indeed, is the spirit that remembers,
after such years of change and suffering!
Sweet love of youth, forgive, if I forget Thee.
While the world’s tide is bearing me along.
Other desires and other hopes beset me.
Hopes which obscure but cannot do Thee wrong!
No later light has lightened up my heaven.
No second morn has ever shone for me;
all my life’s bliss from thy dear life was given.
All my life’s bliss is in the grave with Thee.
But, when the days of golden dreams had perished.
And even despair was powerless to destroy:
then did I learn how existence could be cherished.
Strengthened, and fed without the aid of joy.
Then did I check the tears of useless passion.
Weaned my young soul from yearning after Thine.
Sternly denied, its burning wish to hasten.
Down to that tomb, already more than mine.
And, even yet, I dare not let it languish.
Dare not indulge, in memory’rapturous pain;
once ddrinking deep of that devinest anguish.
How could I seek the empty world again?
I know not how it falls on me
this summer evening, hushed and lone.
Yet the faint wind comes soothingly
with something of an olden tone.
Forgive me if I’ve shunned so long
your gentle greeting earth and air.
But sorrow withers even the strong
and who can fight against despair.
Ah! Why, because the dazzling sun
restored our Earth to joy,
have you departed, every one,
and left a desert sky?
All through the night, your glorious eyes
were gazing down in mine,
and with a full heart’s thankful sighs,
I blessed that watch divine.
I was at peace, and drank your beams
as they were life to me;
and revelled in my changeful dreams,
like petrel on the sea.
Thought followed thought, star followed star,
through boundless regions on;
while one sweet influence, near and far,
thrilled through, and proved us on!
Why did the morning dawn to break
so great, so pure, a spell;
and scorch with fire, the tranquil cheek,
where your cool radiance fell?
Blood-red, he rose, and, arrow-straight,
his fierce beams stuck my brow:
the soul of nature sprang elate,
but mine sand sad and low!
Oh, stars and dreams and gentle night;
oh, night and stars return!
And hide me from the hostile light,
that does not warm, but burn.
That drains the blood of suffering men;
drink tears, instead of dew;
let me sleep through his blinding reign,
and only wake with you!
The night is darkening round me
the wild winds coldly blow.
But a tyrant spell has bound me.
And I cannot cannot go.
The giant trees are bending.
Their bare boughs weighed with snow.
And the storm is fast descending.
And yet I cannot go.
Clouds beyond clouds above me
wastes beyond, wastes below.
But nothing drear can move me
I will not, cannot go.
How few, of all the hearts that loved,
are grieving for Thee now!
And why should mine, tonight, be moved
with such a sense of woe?
Too often, thus, when left alone,
where none my thoughts can see,
comes back a word, a passing tone
from thy strange history.
Sometimes I seem to see Thee rise,
a glorious child again;
all virtues beaming from Thine eyes
that ever honoured men.
Courage and truth, a generous breast
where love and gladness lay;
a being whose very memory blest
and made the mourner gay.
O, fairly spread Thy early sail
and fresh and pure and free
was the first impulse of the gale
that urged life’s wave for Thee!
Why did the pilot, too confiding,
dream o’er that ocean’s foam?
And trust in pleasure’s careless guiding
to bring his vessel home?
For well, he knew what dangers frowned,
what mists would gather dim;
what rocks and shelves, and sands lay round
between his port and him.
The very brightness of the sun
the splendour of the main,
the wind that bore him wildly on
should not have warned in vain.
An anxious gazer from the shore,
I marked the whitening wave
and wept above Thy fate the more
because I could not save.
It recks not now, when all is over,
but yet my heart will be
a mourner still, though friend and lover
have both forgotten Thee!
Alone I sat, the summer day
had died in smiling light away;
I saw it die I watched it fade
from misty hill and breezeless glade.
And thoughts in my soul were rushing
and my heart bowed beneath their power,
and tears within my eyes were gushing
because I could not speak the feeling,
the solumn joy around me stealing
in that divine untroubled hour.
I asked myself, o why has heaven
denied the precious gift to me;
the glorious gift to many given
to speak their thoughts in poetry.
Dreams have encircled me, I said,
from careless childhood’s sunny time.
Visions by ardent fancy fed
since life was in its morning prime.
But now when I had hope to sing
my fingers strike a tuneless string.
And still the burden of the strain
is: strive no more, ‘tis all in vain.
Tell me, tell me, smiling child,
what the past is like to Thee?
An autumn evening soft and mild
with a wind that sighs mournfully.
Tell me, what is the present hour?
A green and flowery spray
where a young bird sits gathering its power
to mount and fly away.
And what is the future, happy one?
A sea beneath a cloudless sun;
a mighty glorious dazzling sea
stretching into infinity
This shall be Thy lullaby
rocking on the stormy sea,
though it roar in thunder wild,
sleep, stilly sleep, my dark haired child.
When our shuddering boat was crossing,
Elderno lake so rudely tossing.
Then ‘t was first my nursling smiled;
sleep, softly sleep, my fair browed child.
Waves above Thy cradle break
foamy tears are on Thy cheek,
yet the ocean’s self grows mild
when it bears my slumbering child.
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 drifts 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 ray 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 winter snow.
I knew not ‘twas so dire a crime
to say the word, Adieu;
but this shall be the only time
my slighted heart shall sue.
The wild moorside, the winter morn,
the gnarled and ancient tree,
if in your breast they waken scorn,
shall wake the same in me.
I cannot forget black eyes and brows,
and lips of rosy charm,
if you forget the sacred vows
those faithless lips could form.
If hard commands can tame your love,
or prison walls can hold,
I would not wish to grieve above
a thing so false and cold.
And there are bosoms bound to mine
with links both tried and strong:
and there are eyes whose lightning shine
has warmed and blessed me long:
Those eyes shall make my only day,
shall set my spirit free,
and chase the foolish thoughts away
that mourn your memory.
No coward soul is mine;
no trembler in the world’s storm-troubled sphere;
I see heaven’s glories shine.
And faith shines equal arming me from fear.
O God within my breast,
Almighty, ever-present Deity!
Life – that in me has rest.
As I – undying life – have power in Thee!
Vain are the thousand creeds
that move men’s hearts, unutterable vain;
worthless as withered weeds,
or idlest froth amid the boundless main.
To waken doubt in one,
holding so fast by Thine infinity;
so surely anchored on
the steadfast rock of immortality.
With wide-embracing love,
Thy spirit animates eternal years,
pervades and broods above,
changes, sustains, dissolves, creates and rears.
Though earth and moon were gone,
and suns and universes ceased to be,
and Thou were left alone,
every Existence would exist in Thee.
There is not room for death,
nor atom that his might could render void:
since Thou art being and breath,
and what Thou art may never be destroyed.