English poem
Emily Bronte
by H. C. Irwin (1848–1925)
A mountain harebell with a heart of fire That, hidden in its heathclad fastness wild, Blossomed unseen and died. No breezes mild Of Southland summer, no applausive choir Of easy adulation, taught to aspire The austere genius of the moorland child, Or with soft fanning airs her heart beguiled From the stern solitude of its desire.
The lonely grandeur of the northern wold, Its beauty bleak and gray, possessed her soul; All its severe and desolate delights She knew; to her was every secret told Of stream and fell, of thunderstorms that roll And wintry winds that rave round "Wuthering Heights."