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. She Dried Her Tears
2. Self-Interrogation
3. Mild the Mist upon the Hill
4. The Visionary
5. Often Rebuked, Yet Always Back Returning

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