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Emily Jane Bronte - Stars
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Ah! why, because the dazzling sun 
  Restored our Earth to joy, 
Have you departed, every one, 
  And left a desert sky ? 

All through the night, your glorious eyes 
  Were gazing down in mine, 
And, with a full heart`s thankful sighs, 
  I blessed that watch divine. 

I was at peace, and drank your beams 
  As they were life to me; 
And revelled in my changeful dreams, 
  Like petrel on the sea. 

Thought followed thought, star followed star, 
  Through boundless regions, on; 
While one sweet influence, near and far, 
  Thrilled through, and proved us one ! 

Why did the morning dawn to break 
  So great, so pure, a spell; 
And scorch with fire, the tranquil cheek, 
  Where your cool radiance fell ? 

Blood-red, he rose, and, arrow-straight, 
  His fierce beams struck my brow; 
The soul of nature, sprang, elate, 
  But mine sank sad and low ! 

My lids closed down, yet through their veil, 
  I saw him, blazing, still, 
And steep in gold the misty dale, 
  And flash upon the hill. 

I turned me to the pillow, then, 
  To call back night, and see 
Your worlds of solemn light, again, 
  Throb with my heart, and me ! 

It would not do-the pillow glowed, 
  And glowed both roof and floor; 
And birds sang loudly in the wood, 
  And fresh winds shook the door; 

The curtains waved, the wakened flies 
  Were murmuring round my room, 
Imprisoned there, till I should rise, 
  And give them leave to roam. 

Oh, stars, and dreams, and gentle night; 
  Oh, night and stars return ! 
And hide me from the hostile light, 
  That does not warm, but burn; 

That drains the blood of suffering men; 
  Drinks tears, instead of dew; 
Let me sleep through his blinding reign, 
  And only wake with you !
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