J. C. Squire, ed. A Book of Women’s Verse. 1921.
By Emily Brontë (18181848)Often Rebuked
O
To those first feelings that were born with me,
And leaving busy chase of wealth and learning
For idle dreams of things which cannot be:
Its unsustaining vastness waxes drear;
And visions rising, legion after legion,
Bring the unreal world too strangely near.
And not in paths of high morality,
And not among the half-distinguished faces,
The clouded forms of long-past history.
It vexes me to choose another guide:
Where the grey flocks in ferny glens are feeding;
Where the wild wind blows on the mountain-side.
More glory and more grief than I can tell:
The earth that wakes one human heart to feeling
Can centre both the worlds of Heaven and Hell.