The Poetry Corner

That Wind I Used to Hear it Swelling

By Emily Bronte

That wind I used to hear it swelling With joy divinely deep You might have seen my hot tears welling But rapture made me weep I used to love on winter nights To lie and dream alone Of all the hopes and real delights My early years had known And oh above the rest of those That coming time should [bear] Like heaven's own glorious stars they rose Still beaming bright and fair