Poem by Emily Jane Brontë

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. Warning and Reply
3. Death, That Struck When I Was Most Confiding
4. High Waving Heather 'Neath Stormy Blasts Bending
5. The Wanderer from the Fold

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