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Bronte, Emily - The Visionary
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002828
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Emily Bronte – The Visionary
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 the 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
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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