Stars

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Ah! why, because the dazzling sun
 Restored our Earth to joy,
Have you departed, every one,
 And left a desert sky ?

All through the night, your glorious eyes
 Were gazing down in mine,
And, with a full heart's thankful sighs,
 I blessed that watch divine.

I was at peace, and drank your beams
 As they were life to me;
And revelled in my changeful dreams,
 Like petrel on the sea.

Thought followed thought, star followed star,
 Through boundless regions, on;
While one sweet influence, near and far,
 Thrilled through, and proved us one !

Why did the morning dawn to break
 So great, so pure, a spell;
And scorch with fire, the tranquil cheek,
 Where your cool radiance fell ?

Blood-red, he rose, and, arrow-straight,
 His fierce beams struck my brow;
The soul of nature, sprang, elate,
 But mine sank sad and low !

My lids closed down, yet through their veil,
 I saw him, blazing, still,
And steep in gold the misty dale,
 And flash upon the hill.

I turned me to the pillow, then,
 To call back night, and see
Your worlds of solemn light, again,
 Throb with my heart, and me !

It would not do-the pillow glowed,
 And glowed both roof and floor;
And birds sang loudly in the wood,
 And fresh winds shook the door;

The curtains waved, the wakened flies
 Were murmuring round my room,
Imprisoned there, till I should rise,
 And give them leave to roam.

Oh, stars, and dreams, and gentle night;
 Oh, night and stars return !
And hide me from the hostile light,
 That does not warm, but burn;

That drains the blood of suffering men;
 Drinks tears, instead of dew;
Let me sleep through his blinding reign,
 And only wake with you !

© Emily Jane Brontë