That wind I used to hear it swelling br With joy divinely deep br You might have seen my hot tears welling br But rapture made me weep br br I used to love on winter nights br To lie and dream alone br Of all the hopes and real delights br My early years had known br br And oh above the rest of those br That coming time should [bear] br Like heaven's own glorious stars they rose br Still beaming bright and fairbr br Emily Jane Brontëbr br