Shall Earth no more inspire thee

By Emily Jane Bronte

Shall Earth no more inspire thee,

Thou lonely dreamer now?

Since passion may not fire thee

Shall Nature cease to bow?

Thy mind is ever moving

In regions dark to thee;

Recall its useless roving—

Come back and dwell with me.

I know my mountain breezes

Enchant and soothe the still—

I know my sunshine pleases

Despite thy wayward will.

When day with evening blending

Sinks from the summer sky,

I've seen thy spirit bending

In fond idolatry.

I've watched thee every hour—

I know my mighty sway—

I know my magic power

To drive thy griefs away.

Few hearts to mortals given

On earth so wildly pine,

Yet none would ask a Heaven

More like the Earth than mine.

Then let my winds caress thee—

Thy comrade let me be—

Since naught beside can bless thee,

Return and dwell with me.