Emily Jane Brontë

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

That Wind I Used To Hear It Swelling

Poem by Emily Jane Brontë

That 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 hopes 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

Comments about That Wind I Used To Hear It Swelling by Emily Jane Brontë

  • Fiona SchwartzinoffFiona Schwartzinoff (12/19/2013 7:30:00 PM)

    I love this poem... One of my favorites of Emily Bronte. She has a beautifully wild essence about her.(Report)Reply

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  • H Shabbeer (8/13/2008 11:35:00 PM)

    The poem has a good flavour....though not rated quite highly but still for me this is quite a good work.....(Report)Reply

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, December 31, 2002