Shall Earth No More Inspire Thee
By Emily Bronte
Shall Earth no more inspire thee,
Thou lonely dreamer now?
Since passion may not fire thee
Shall nature cease to bow?
Thy mind is ever moving
In regions dark to thee;
Recall its useless roving
Come back and dwell with me
I know my mountain breezes
Enchant annd soothe thee still
I know my sunshine pleases
Despite thy wayward will
When day with evening blending
Sinks from the summer sky,
I've seen thy spirit bending
In fond idolotry
I've watched thee every hour
I know my mighty sway
I know my magic power
To drive thy griefs away
Few hearts to mortal given
On earth so wildly pine
Yet none would ask a Heaven
More like this Earth than thine
Then let my winds caress thee
Thy comrade let me be
Since nought beside can bless thee
Return and dwell with me.