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. Often Rebuked, Yet Always Back Returning
2. Shall Earth No More Inspire Thee
3. The Wind Was Rough Which Tore
4. The Wanderer from the Fold
5. That Wind I Used to Hear It Swelling

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