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Emily Jane Bronte - Plead For Me
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OH, thy bright eyes must answer now,
  When Reason, with a scornful brow,
  Is mocking at my overthrow !
  Oh, thy sweet tongue must plead for me
  And tell why I have chosen thee !

  Stern Reason is to judgment come,
  Arrayed in all her forms of gloom :
  Wilt thou, my advocate, be dumb ?
  No, radiant angel, speak and say
 Why I did cast the world away,—

 Why I have persevered to shun
 The common paths that others run ;
 And on a strange road journeyed on,
 Heedless, alike of wealth and power —
 Of glory`s wreath and pleasure`s flower.

 These, once, indeed, seemed Beings Divine ;
 And they, perchance, heard vows of mine,
 And saw my offerings on their shrine ;
 But careless gifts are seldom prized,
 And mine were worthily despised.

 So, with a ready heart, I swore
 To seek their altar-stone no more ;
 And gave my spirit to adore
 Thee, ever-present, phantom thing—
 My slave, my comrade, and my king.

 A slave, because I rule thee still ;
 Incline thee to my changeful will,
 And make thy influence good or ill :
 A comrade, for by day and night
 Thou art my intimate delight,—

 My darling pain that wounds and sears,
 And wrings a blessing out from tears
 By deadening me to earthly cares ;
 And yet, a king, though Prudence well
 Have taught thy subject to rebel.

 And am I wrong to worship where
 Faith cannot doubt, nor hope despair,
 Since my own soul can grant my prayer ?
 Speak, God of visions, plead for me,
 And tell why I have chosen thee !
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