Emily Jane Brontë - Come hither, child

Emily Jane Brontë - Come hither, child

Come hither, child--who gifted thee br With power to touch that string so well? br How darest thou rouse up thoughts in me, br Thoughts that I would--but cannot quell? br br Nay, chide not, lady; long ago br I heard those notes in Ula's hall, br And had I known they'd waken woe br I'd weep their music to recall. br br But thus it was: one festal night br When I was hardly six years old br I stole away from crowds and light br And sought a chamber dark and cold. br br I had no one to love me there, br I knew no comrade and no friend; br And so I went to sorrow where br Heaven, only heaven saw me bend. br br Loud blew the wind; 'twas sad to stay br From all that splendour barred away. br I imaged in the lonely room br A thousand forms of fearful gloom. br br And with my wet eyes raised on high br I prayed to God that I might die. br Suddenly in that silence drear br A sound of music reached my ear, br br And then a note, I hear it yet, br So full of soul, so deeply sweet, br I thought that Gabriel's self had come br To take me to thy father's home. br br Three times it rose, that seraph strain, br Then died, nor breathed again; br But still the words and still the tone br Dwell round my heart when all alone.


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Uploaded: 2014-11-07

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