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For other versions of this work, see Stars (Brontë).

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!

Ellis.

Poems by Currer, Ellis, and Acton Bell

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