'That wind I used to hear it swelling'
By Emily Bronte
"The spirit of a man will sustain
his infirmity; but a wounded spirit who can bear?"
~ Proverbs 18:14 ~
hat wind, I used to hear it swelling,
With joy divinely deep;
You might have seen my hot tears welling,
But rapture made me weep.
I used to love on winter nights,
To lie and dream alone,
Of all the rare and real delights,
My early years had known;
And oh, above the rest of those,
That coming time should bear,
Like Heaven's own glorious stars they rose,
Still beaming bright and fair.