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