The Complete Poems of Emily Brontë (Illustrated)

sadly watched that solemn sky.

The anxious prayer was heard,

You longed for fate to raise the veil

words died a voiceless moan

royal corpses lay.

Whose forms have toubled me

Roaring like thunder,

Shining and lowering, and swelling and dying,Changing for ever from midnight to noon;

;A mighty, glorious, dazzling sea,

And what is the future, happy one?