'Tireless sleep, I hear her weep <br />Across dark plains in her lonesome keep. <br />So far away her soul in dismay <br />Where echoing moans keep Cathy at bay.' <br /> <br />I'll fly like the breeze across all the seas, <br />Endlessly on, for her heart to appease. <br />A sad moon shines across the windy moor, <br />On to her rescue, break open deaths' door. <br />There we'll entwine, one essence refine. <br />One pure light mere words can't define, <br />And harrowing nights with their fiendish sights, <br />Will reap the wild wind on Wuthering Heights.<br /><br />Warren Atherton<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/on-wuthering-heights/
