Wuthering Heights
For Emily Bronte 1818-1848
She slips in through the shuttered window
The silver ghost of a giddy girl he hasn't seen
Since he's lived on the moors before
They take long silent walks again
Beneath the weather like olden days
Across the flooded moors
The base rock breaking through in patches
Eruptions of the elemental
'Tis sentimental
And now he's howling at the moon
His lover dying ripped away
They cannot be at peace they say
The giant stares across the stone
With eyes of burning coals so bright
Through the darkness through the light
To where the poet stands alone
Shining light and shimmering sea
Beneath the broken trees
I cannot live without my soul!
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