Emily Jane Brontë (Эмили Бронте)

Silent Is the House

Come, the wind may never again
Blow as now it blows for us;
And the stars may never again shine as now they shine;
Long before October returns,
Seas of blood will have parted us;
And you must crush the love in your heart, and I the love in mine! 

1. The Elder's Rebuke
2. Often Rebuked, Yet Always Back Returning
3. Well Hast Thou Spoke
4. Yes, Holy Be Thy Resting Place
5. If Grief For Grief Can Touch Thee

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