How clear she shines! How quietly <br />I lie beneath her guardian light; <br />While heaven and earth are whispering me, <br />" Tomorrow, wake, but, dream to-night." <br />Yes, Fancy, come, my Fairy love! <br />These throbbing temples softly kiss; <br />And bend my lonely couch above <br />And bring me rest, and bring me bliss. <br /> <br />The world is going; dark world, adieu! <br />Grim world, conceal thee till the day; <br />The heart, thou canst not all subdue, <br />Must still resist, if thou delay! <br /> <br />Thy love I will not, will not share; <br />Thy hatred only wakes a smile; <br />Thy griefs may wound - thy wrongs may tear, <br />But, oh, thy lies shall ne'er beguile! <br />While gazing on the stars that glow <br />Above me, in that stormless sea, <br />I long to hope that all the woe <br />Creation knows, is held in thee! <br /> <br />And, this shall be my dream to-night; <br />I'll think the heaven of glorious spheres <br />Is rolling on its course of light <br />In endless bliss, through endless years; <br />I'll think, there's not one world above, <br />Far as these straining eyes can see, <br />Where Wisdom ever laughed at Love, <br />Or Virtue crouched to Infamy; <br /> <br />Where, writhing 'neath the strokes of Fate, <br />The mangled wretch was forced to smile; <br />To match his patience 'gainst her hate, <br />His heart rebellious all the while. <br />Where Pleasure still will lead to wrong, <br />And helpless Reason warn in vain; <br />And Truth is weak, and Treachery strong; <br />And Joy the surest path to Pain; <br />And Peace, the lethargy of Grief; <br />And Hope, a phantom of the soul; <br />And Life, a labour, void and brief; <br />And Death, the despot of the whole!<br /><br />Emily Jane Brontë<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/how-clear-she-shines/
