Sunday, 12 August 2012

Emily Bronte tweet poetry

Emily Bronte was an English novelist and poet (1818-1848). She lived and died in Yorkshire, England with only a brief period studying in Belgium. She published her poems in one volume with those of her sisters Charlotte and Anne as Poems by Currer, Ellis, and Acton Bell. Emily's pen name being Ellis (EB); under which she also published her only novel Wuthering Heights.

This tweet poem is taken from her poem The visionary.

One alone looks out o’er snow-wreaths deep Watching every cloud dreading every breeze whirling the wildering drift bends the groaning trees

The full poem:

The Visionary

Silent is the house: all are laid asleep:
One alone looks out o’er the snow-wreaths deep,
Watching every cloud, dreading every breeze
That whirls the wildering drift, and bends the groaning trees.

Cheerful is the hearth, soft the matted floor;        
Not one shivering gust creeps through pane or door;
The little lamp burns straight, its rays shoot strong and far:
I trim it well, to be the wanderer’s guiding-star.

Frown, my haughty sire! chide, my angry dame!
Set your slaves to spy; threaten me with shame:      
But neither sire nor dame nor prying serf shall know,
What angel nightly tracks that waste of frozen snow.

What I love shall come like visitant of air,
Safe in secret power from lurking human snare;
What loves me, no word of mine shall e’er betray,      
Though for faith unstained my life must forfeit pay.

Burn, then, little lamp; glimmer straight and clear—
Hush! a rustling wing stirs, methinks, the air:
He for whom I wait, thus ever comes to me;
Strange Power! I trust thy might; trust thou my constancy.

Find out more about Emily Bronte here

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