How Clear She Shines by Emily Brontë
How Clear She Shines Emily Brontë How clear she shines! How quietlyI lie beneath her guardian light;While heaven and earth are whispering me,"To morrow, wake, but dream to-night."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 subdueMust 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…
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