In summer's mellow midnight A cloudless moon shone through [The]1 open parlour window And rose trees wet with dew I sat in silent musing The soft wind waved my hair I told me heaven was glorious And sleeping earth was fair I needed not its breathing To bring such thoughts to me But still it whispered lowly How dark the woods will be The thick leaves in my murmur Are rustling like a dream And all their myriad voices Instinct with spirit seem I said go gently singer Thy wooing voice is kind But do not think its music Has power to reach my mind Play with the scented flower The young tree's subtle bough And leave my human feelings In their own course to flow The wanderer would not leave me Its kiss grew warmer still Oh come it sighed so sweetly I'll win thee 'gainst thy will Have we not been from childhood friends? Have I not loved thee long? As long as though has't loved the night Whose silence wakes my song And when thy heart is laid at rest Beneath the church yard stone I shall have time [no more]2 to mourn And thou to be alone
The Night Wind
Song Cycle by Arthur Butterworth (b. 1923)
?. The Night‑Wind  [sung text not yet checked]
Language: English
Text Authorship:
- by Emily Brontë (1818 - 1848), "The Night-Wind", from Wuthering Heights and Agnes Grey, first published 1850
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View original text (without footnotes)Note: in the Fisk work, this is sung by Heathcliff
1 Bronte: "Our"
2 Bronte: "enough"
Researcher for this page: Terry Fisk
?. The visionary  [sung text not yet checked]
Language: English
Silent is the house All are laid asleep One alone looks out O'er the snow wreaths deep Watching every cloud Dreading every breeze That whirls the wildering drifts And bends the groaning trees Cheerful is the hearth Soft the matted floor Not one shivering gust Creeps through pane and door The little lamp burns straight Its rays shoot strong and far I trim it well to be The wanderers guiding star Frown my haughty sire Chide my angry dame Set your slaves to spy Threaten me with shame But neither sire nor dame Nor prying serf shall know What angel nightly tracks That waste of winter snow What I love shall come Like visitant of air Safe in secret power From lurking human snare Who loves me no word of mine Shall o'er betray Though for faith unstained My life must forfeit pay Burn then little lamp Glimmer straight and clear Hush a rusting wind stirs Me thinks the air He for whom I wait Thus ever comes to me Strange power I trust your might Trust thou my constancy
Text Authorship:
- by Emily Brontë (1818 - 1848), "The Visionary", appears in Wuthering Heights and Agnes Grey, first published 1850
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Note: in the Fisk work, this is sung by IsabellaResearcher for this page: Terry Fisk
?. The linnet in the rocky dells  [sung text not yet checked]
Language: English
The linnet in the rocky dells The moor lark in the air The bee among the heather bells That hide [a]1 lady fair The wild deer browse above her breast The wild birds raise their brood And they, her smiles of love caressed Have left her solitude I ween that when the graves dark wail Did first her form retain They thought their hearts could ne'er recall The light of joy again They thought the tide of grief would flow Unchecked through future years But where is all their anguish now And where are all their tears? Well let them fight for honours breath Or pleasures shade pursue The dweller in the land of death Is changed and careless too And, if their eyes should watch and weep Till sorrows source were dry She would not, in her tranquil sleep Return a single sigh Blow west-wind, by the lonely mound And murmur summer streams There is no need of other sound To soothe [a]1 lady's dreams
Text Authorship:
- by Emily Brontë (1818 - 1848), "Song", appears in Poems by Currer, Ellis, and Acton Bell, first published 1846
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View original text (without footnotes)Note: in the Fisk work, this is sung by Isabella
1 Bronte: "my"
Researcher for this page: Terry Fisk
Total word count: 547