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Emily Jane Bronte - High waving heather `neath stormy blasts bending
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High waving heather `neath stormy blasts bending, 
Midnight and moonlight and bright shining stars, 
Darkness and glory rejoicingly blending, 
Earth rising to heaven and heaven descending, 
Man`s spirit away from its drear dungeon sending, 
Bursting the fetters and breaking the bars.

All down the mountain sides wild forests lending 
One mighty voice to the life-giving wind, 
Rivers their banks in their jubilee rending, 
Fast through the valleys a reckless course wending, 
Wider and deeper their waters extending, 
Leaving a desolate desert behind.

Shining and lowering and swelling and dying, 
Changing forever from midnight to noon; 
Roaring like thunder, like soft music sighing, 
Shadows on shadows advancing and flying, 
Lighning-bright flashes the deep gloom defying, 
Coming as swiftly and fading as soon.
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