Emily Bronte

from The Weary Task

Where wilt thou go, my harassed heart --
   What thought, what scene invites thee now?
What spot, or near or far apart,
   Has rest for thee, my weary brow?

There is a spot, 'mid barren hills,
   Where winter howls, and driving rain;
But, if the dreary tempest chills,
   There is a light that warms again.

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