1Shall earth no more inspire thee,
2Thou lonely dreamer now?
3Since passion may not fire thee
4Shall Nature cease to bow?
5Thy mind is ever moving
6In regions dark to thee;
7Recall its useless roving—
8Come back and dwell with me.
9I know my mountain breezes
10Enchant and soothe thee still—
11I know my sunshine pleases
12Despite thy wayward will.
13When day with evening blending
14Sinks from the summer sky,
15I’ve seen thy spirit bending
16In fond idolatry.
17I’ve watched thee every hour;
18I know my mighty sway,
19I know my magic power
20To drive thy griefs away.
21Few hearts to mortals given
22On earth so wildly pine;
23Yet none would ask a heaven
24More like this earth than thine.
25Then let my winds caress thee;
26Thy comrade let me be—
27Since nought beside can bless thee,
28Return and dwell with me.
1Shall earth no more inspire thee,
2Thou lonely dreamer now?
3Since passion may not fire thee
4Shall Nature cease to bow?
5Thy mind is ever moving
6In regions dark to thee;
7Recall its useless roving—
8Come back and dwell with me.
9I know my mountain breezes
10Enchant and soothe thee still—
11I know my sunshine pleases
12Despite thy wayward will.
13When day with evening blending
14Sinks from the summer sky,
15I’ve seen thy spirit bending
16In fond idolatry.
17I’ve watched thee every hour;
18I know my mighty sway,
19I know my magic power
20To drive thy griefs away.
21Few hearts to mortals given
22On earth so wildly pine;
23Yet none would ask a heaven
24More like this earth than thine.
25Then let my winds caress thee;
26Thy comrade let me be—
27Since nought beside can bless thee,
28Return and dwell with me.
Shall earth no more inspire thee,
Thou lonely dreamer now?
Since passion may not fire thee
Shall Nature cease to bow?
Thy mind is ever moving
In regions dark to thee;
Recall its useless roving—
Come back and dwell with me.
I know my mountain breezes
Enchant and soothe thee still—
I know my sunshine pleases
Despite thy wayward will.
When day with evening blending
Sinks from the summer sky,
I’ve seen thy spirit bending
In fond idolatry.
I’ve watched thee every hour;
I know my mighty sway,
I know my magic power
To drive thy griefs away.
Few hearts to mortals given
On earth so wildly pine;
Yet none would ask a heaven
More like this earth than thine.
Then let my winds caress thee;
Thy comrade let me be—
Since nought beside can bless thee,
Return and dwell with me.
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The Brontë Museum — Visit the website of the Brontë Parsonage Museum to learn more about Emily Brontë and her family.
A Brief Biography — Learn more about Brontë's short (and rather mysterious) life via the Poetry Foundation.
The Poem Set to Music — Listen to excerpts of a song cycle inspired by this poem (and others of Brontë's).
The Poem Aloud — Listen to a reading of the poem.
Portraits of Bronte — See images of the only two surviving portraits of Emily Brontë—both painted by her brother Branwell.