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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
HOW LONG WILL YOU REMAIN?, by EMILY JANE BRONTE Poem Explanation Poet Analysis Poet's Biography First Line: How long will you remain? The midnight hour Alternate Author Name(s): Bell, Ellis | |||
How long will you remain? The midnight hour Has tolled its last stroke from the minster tower. Come, come; the fire is dead, the lamp burns low; Your eyelids droop, a weight is on your brow; Your cold hands hardly hold the weary pen: Come; morn will give recovered strength again .' No; let me linger; leave me, let me be A little longer in this reverie: I'm happy now; and would you tear away My blissful thought that never comes with day? A vision dear, though false, for well my mind Knows what a bitter waking waits behind. " Can there be pleasure in this shadowy room, With windows yawning on intenser gloom, And such a dreary wind so bleakly sweeping Round walls where only you are vigil keeping? Besides, your face has not a sign of joy, And more than tearful sorrow fills your eye. Look on those woods, look on that mountain lorn, And think how changed they'll be to-morrow morn: The doors of heaven expanding bright and blue; The leaves, the green grass, sprinkled with the dew; And white mists rising on the river's breast, And wild birds bursting from their songless nest, And your own children's merry voices chasing The phantom ghost that pleasure has been raising. " Ay, speak of these! but can you tell me why Day breathes such beauty over earth and sky, And waking sounds revive, restored again To hearts that all night long have throbbed with pain? Is it not that the sunshine and the wind Lure from itself the woeful woe-worn mind, And all the joyous music breathing by, And all the splendours of that cloudless sky, Re-give him shadowy gleams of infancy And draw his tired gaze from futurity?" | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...AH! WHY, BECAUSE THE DAZZLING SUN by EMILY JANE BRONTE ALL HUSHED AND STILL WITHIN THE HOUSE by EMILY JANE BRONTE IF GRIEF FOR GRIEF CAN TOUCH THEE by EMILY JANE BRONTE IN SUMMER'S MELLOW MIDNIGHT by EMILY JANE BRONTE LONG NEGLECT HAS WORN AWAY by EMILY JANE BRONTE LOUD WITHOUT THE WIND WAS ROARING by EMILY JANE BRONTE NO COWARD SOUL IS MINE by EMILY JANE BRONTE THAT WIND I USED TO HEAR IT SWELLING by EMILY JANE BRONTE THE NIGHT IS DARKENING ROUND ME by EMILY JANE BRONTE A DAY DREAM by EMILY JANE BRONTE |
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