Emily Bronte

  • Dormir no me trae felicidad,
    nunca mueren las evocaciones;
    mi alma se entrega a la miseria
    y vive en exhalaciones.

    Dormir no me trae descanso;
    las sombras de los fallecidos
    nunca veo al despertar
    rodeando mi lecho frío.

    Dormir no me trae...

  • Cold in the earth—and the deep snow piled above thee,
    Far, far removed, cold in the dreary grave!
    Have I forgot, my only Love, to love thee,
    Sever’d at last by Time’s all-severing wave?

    Now, when alone, do my thoughts no longer hover
    Over the mountains, on that...

  • Love is like the wild rose-briar,
    Friendship like the holly-tree -
    The holly is dark when the rose-briar blooms'
    But which will bloom most constantly?

    The wild rose-briar is sweet in spring,
    It's summer blossoms scent the air.
    Yet wait till winter comes again...

  • If grief for grief can touch thee,
    If answering woe for woe,
    If any truth can melt thee
    Come to me now!

    I cannot be more lonely,
    More drear I cannot be!
    My worn heart beats so wildly
    'Twill break for thee--

    And when the world despises--...