'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. .