Ah! why, because the dazzling sun <br />Restored my earth to joy <br />Have you departed, every one, <br />And left a desert sky? <br /> <br />All through the night, your glorious eyes <br />Were gazing down in mine, <br />And with a full heart's thankful sighs <br />I blessed that watch divine! <br /> <br />I was at peace, and drank your beams <br />As they were life to me <br />And revelled in my changeful dreams <br />Like petrel on the sea. <br /> <br />Thought followed thought—star followed star <br />Through boundless regions on, <br />While one sweet influence, near and far, <br />Thrilled through and proved us one. <br /> <br />Why did the morning rise to break <br />So great, so pure a spell, <br />And scorch with fire the tranquil cheek <br />Where your cool radiance fell? <br /> <br />Blood-red he rose, and arrow-straight, <br />His fierce beams struck my brow; <br />The soul of Nature sprang elate, <br />But mine sank sad and low! <br /> <br />My lids closed down—yet through their veil <br />I saw him blazing still; <br />And bathe in gold the misty dale, <br />And flash upon the hill. <br /> <br />I turned me to the pillow then <br />To call back Night, and see <br />Your worlds of solemn light, again <br />Throb with my heart and me! <br /> <br />It would not do—the pillow glowed <br />And glowed both roof and floor, <br />And birds sang loudly in the wood, <br />And fresh winds shook the door. <br /> <br />The curtains waved, the wakened flies <br />Were murmuring round my room, <br />Imprisoned there, till I should rise <br />And give them leave to roam. <br /> <br />O Stars and Dreams and Gentle Night; <br />O Night and Stars return! <br />And hide me from the hostile light <br />That does not warm, but burn— <br /> <br />That drains the blood of suffering men; <br />Drinks tears, instead of dew: <br />Let me sleep through his blinding reign, <br />And only wake with you!<br /><br />Emily Jane Brontë<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/ah-why-because-the-dazzling-sun/
