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The Prisoner - Emily Bronte
Still let my tyrants know I am not doomed to wear
Year after year in gloom and desolate despair
A messenger of hope comes every night to me
And offers for short life eternal liberty
He comes with western winds with evening's wandering airs
With that clear dusk of heaven that brings the thickest stars
Winds take a pensive tone and stars a tender fire
And visions rise and change that kill me with desire
Desire for nothing known in my maturer years
When joy grew mad with awe at counting future tears
When if my spirit's sky was full of flashes warm
I knew not whence they came from sun or thunderstorm
But first a hush of peace a soundless calm descends
The struggle of distress and fierce impatience ends
Mute music soothes my breast unuttered harmony
That I could never dream till earth was lost to me
Then dawns the invisible the unseen its truth reveals
My outward sense is gone my inward essence feels
It's wings are almost free it's home it's harbour found
Measuring the gulf it stoops and dares the final bound
O dreadful is the check intense the agony
When the ear begins to hear and the eye begins to see
When the pulse begins to throb the brain to think again
The soul to feel the flesh and the flesh to feel the chain
Yet I would lose no sting would wish no torture less
The more that anguish racks the earlier it will bless
And robed in fires of hell or bright with heavenly shine
If it but herald death the vision is divine
