from Silent is the House, by Emily Brontë

Emily Brontë

from Silent is the House

Come, the wind may never again

Blow as now it blows for us;

And the stars may never again shine as now they shine;

Long before October returns,

Seas of blood will have parted us;

And you must crush the love in your heart, and I the love in mine!

#English #Victorians #Women

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