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- 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 drift, and bends the groaning trees.
- Cheerful is the hearth, soft the matted floor;
- Not one shivering gust creeps through pane or door;
- The little lamp burns straight, its rays shoot strong and far:
- I trim it well, to be the wanderer's 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 frozen 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 e'er betray,
- Though for faith unstained my life must forfeit pay.
- But then, little lamp; glimmer straight and clear --
- Hush! a rustling wing stirs, methinks, the air:
- He for whom I wait thus ever comes to me;
- Strange Power! I trust thy might; trust thou my constancy.
- Emily Brontė
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