High waving heather, 'neath stormy blasts bending,
Midnight and moonlight and bright shining stars; Darkness and glory rejoicingly blending,
Earth rising to heaven and heaven descending, Man's spirit away from its drear dongeon
sending,
Bursting the fetters and breaking the bars
.
All down the mountain sides, wild forest lending
One mighty voice to the life-giving wind;Rivers their banks in the jubilee rending, Fast through the valleys a reckless course wending, Wider and deeper their waters extending, Leaving a desolate desert behind.
Shining and lowering and swelling and dying,
Changing for ever from midnight to noon;
Roaring like thunder, like soft music sighing,
Shadows on shadows advancing and flying,
Lightning-bright flashes the deep gloom defying,
Coming as swiftly and fading as soon.
by Emily Bronte (December 13, 1836)
((giggling)) When I saw the title, I thought, "Hmm, wonder if your using the social distancing/ elbow thing now?" ((ducking for the bad joke)).
ReplyDeleteBeautiful post my friend. Have a great day. smiles
What a lovely post !
ReplyDeleteThe power of well chosen words to "paint" a picture is amazing !
Thank you for sharing !
P.S. - Love the little side fireplace !
ReplyDeleteThis would be a terrific time to sit there , snuggled with an Irish throw ,
a hot cup of tea and my cat !