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The Night - Wind by Emily Brontë — Poetry Reading

The Night - Wind | Emily Brontë     In summer's mellow midnight,     A cloudless moon shone through     Our open parlour window,     And rose-trees wet with dew.     I sat in silent musing;     The soft wind waved my hair;     It told me heaven was glorious,     And sleeping earth was fair.     I needed not its breathing     To bring such thoughts to me;     But still it whispered lowly,     'How dark the woods would be!     'The thick leaves in my murmur     Are rustling like a dream,     And all their myriad voices     Instinct with spirit seem.'     I said, 'Go, gentle singer,     Thy wooing voice is kind:     But do not think its music     Has power to reach my mind.     'Play with the scented flower,     The young tree's supply bough,     And leave my human feelings     In their own course to flow.'     The wanderer would not heed me:     Its kiss grew warmer still:     'Oh Come!' it sighed so sweetly;     'I'll win thee 'gainst thy will.     'Were we not friends from childhood?     Have I not loved thee long?     As long as thou, the solemn night,     Whose silence wakes my song.     'And when thy heart is resting     Beneath the church-aisle stone,     I shall have time for mourning,     And thou for being alone.' Photo: Michael