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    Stars

    by Emily Bronte
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    Published in the 1846 collection Poems By Currer, Ellis and Acton Bell under Emily's nom de plume 'Ellis Bell'.

    ***

    Ah! why, because the dazzling sun
    Restored our Earth to joy,
    Have you departed, every one,
    And left a desert sky?

    All through the night, your glorious eyes
    Were gazing down in mine,
    And, with a full heart's thankful sighs,
    I blessed that watch divine.

    I was at peace, and drank your beams
    As they were life to me;
    And revelled in my changeful dreams,
    Like petrel on the sea.

    Thought followed thought, star followed star,
    Through boundless regions, on;
    While one sweet influence, near and far,
    Thrilled through, and proved us one!

    Why did the morning dawn to break
    So great, so pure, a spell;
    And scorch with fire the tranquil cheek,
    Where your cool radiance fell?

    Blood-red, he rose, and, arrow-straight,
    His fierce beams struck my brow;
    The soul of nature sprang, elate,
    But mine sank sad and low!

    My lids closed down, yet through their veil
    I saw him, blazing, still,
    And steep in gold the misty dale,
    And flash upon the hill.

    I turned me to the pillow, then,
    To call back night, and see
    Your worlds of solemn light, again,
    Throb with my heart, and me!

    It would not do--the pillow glowed,
    And glowed both roof and floor;
    And birds sang loudly in the wood,
    And fresh winds shook the door;

    The curtains waved, the wakened flies
    Were murmuring round my room,
    Imprisoned there, till I should rise,
    And give them leave to roam.

    Oh, stars, and dreams, and gentle night;
    Oh, night and stars, return!
    And hide me from the hostile light
    That does not warm, but burn;

    That drains the blood of suffering men;
    Drinks tears, instead of dew;
    Let me sleep through his blinding reign,
    And only wake with you!
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