Edmund Clarence Stedman, ed. (1833–1908). A Victorian Anthology, 1837–1895. 1895.
Emily Brontë 181848Stanzas
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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-distinguish’d faces,
The clouded forms of long-past history.
It vexes me to choose another guide:
Where the gray 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.