Speak Of The North! A Lonely Moor Poem by Charlotte Brontë

Speak Of The North! A Lonely Moor

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Speak of the North! A lonely moor
Silent and dark and tractless swells,
The waves of some wild streamlet pour
Hurriedly through its ferny dells.

Profoundly still the twilight air,
Lifeless the landscape; so we deem
Till like a phantom gliding near
A stag bends down to drink the stream.

And far away a mountain zone,
A cold, white waste of snow-drifts lies,
And one star, large and soft and lone,
Silently lights the unclouded skies.

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Charlotte Brontë

Charlotte Brontë

Yorkshire, England
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