Emily Jane Brontë

(30 July 1818 – 19 December 1848 / Thornton / Yorkshire)

How Still, How Happy! - Poem by Emily Jane Brontë

How still, how happy! Those are words
That once would scarce agree together;
I loved the plashing of the surge -
The changing heaven the breezy weather,

More than smooth seas and cloudless skies
And solemn, soothing, softened airs
That in the forest woke no sighs
And from the green spray shook no tears.

How still, how happy! now I feel
Where silence dwells is sweeter far
Than laughing mirth's most joyous swell
However pure its raptures are.

Come, sit down on this sunny stone:
'Tis wintry light o'er flowerless moors -
But sit - for we are all alone
And clear expand heaven's breathless shores.

I could think in the withered grass
Spring's budding wreaths we might discern;
The violet's eye might shyly flash
And young leaves shoot among the fern.

It is but thought - full many a night
The snow shall clothe those hills afar
And storms shall add a drearier blight
And winds shall wage a wilder war,

Before the lark may herald in
Fresh foliage twined with blossoms fair
And summer days again begin
Their glory - haloed crown to wear.

Yet my heart loves December's smile
As much as July's golden beam;
Then let us sit and watch the while
The blue ice curdling on the stream -


Comments about How Still, How Happy! by Emily Jane Brontë

  • (3/30/2018 6:43:00 PM)


    That was really nice and i enjoyed. It my fave part was when it said my heart loves December's smile. I loved basically everything about it. (Report) Reply

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  • Mohammed Asim Nehal (11/4/2016 11:52:00 PM)

    Excellent Poem
    Nicely thought and written.
    Before the lark may herald in
    Fresh foliage twined with blossoms fair
    And summer days again begin
    Their glory - haloed crown to wear.
    (Report) Reply

  • Madhabi Banerjee (7/30/2016 11:55:00 AM)


    nice written. really a nature observer. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, December 31, 2002



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