Ah! Why, Because The Dazzling Sun

Poem By Emily Jane Brontë

Ah! why, because the dazzling sun
Restored my 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 rise 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 bathe 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.

O Stars and Dreams and Gentle Night;
O 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!

Comments about Ah! Why, Because The Dazzling Sun

A beautiful poem from one of my favourite poets. Like to read again and again. Very well composed and with a sweet flow it touches the heart. Thanks for sharing.10++++++
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Emily Bronte, one of my favorite poets, has written this gem of a poem in a musical language, verses follow each other so fluently and harmonically, rhyme is so natural and not forced, exactly like an artful piece where everything is poetically painted. Masterpiece I would call this poem, majestic, in the way it expresses everything she feels from dawn to night and dreams, where many times, many of us feel refuge and feel better. Perfection!
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A master piece of a lovely profound poem. Hats off to the great poetess for composing such an intense verse.


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