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. The Wind Was Rough Which Tore
4. Often Rebuked, Yet Always Back Returning
5. If Grief For Grief Can Touch Thee

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