Dedicated to the revered Emily Brontë
And all unyielding souls in dark days
No matter the death,no sound may turn me to ashes,
Human is a kind of being, and I’m a bloom of heather.
Alone I sleep, on a rugged hill afar,
Every spring rends here, leaving ruthless scars.
No coward soul is mine, none bind with fears,
Supple are my branches, yet roots clutched fierce.
I dare to rise high, but now I bow,
To wuthering winds that howl aloud.
When the snow conceal me, leave no star nor moon,
In long sealed slumber, I await my turn.
When larks start singing , I shall rule the ground,
No quenchless frost can subdue—this will I’ve found.
Nov 7, 2025
Nov 7, 2025 at 7:07 AM UTC
Dedicated to the revered Emily Brontë
And all unyielding souls in dark days
No matter the death,no sound may turn me to ashes,
Human is a kind of being, and I’m a bloom of heather.
Alone I sleep, on a rugged hill afar,
Every spring rends here, leaving ruthless scars.
No coward soul is mine, none bind with fears,
Supple are my branches, yet roots clutched fierce.
I dare to rise high, but now I bow,
To wuthering winds that howl aloud.
When the snow conceal me, leave no star nor moon,
In long sealed slumber, I await my turn.
When larks start singing , I shall rule the ground,
No quenchless frost can subdue—this will I’ve found.
Brontë, Emily. The Complete Poems of Emily Brontë. Thomas Cautley Newby, 1850.
— Includes: “Oh star, moon and gentle nights,” “No quenchless hell can break this will,” and “No coward soul is mine.”
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