I'll come when thou art saddest Laid alone in the darkened room When the mad day's mirth has vanished And the smile of joy is banished From evening's chilly gloom I'll come when the heart's [real] feeling Has entire unbiased sway And my influence o'er thee stealing Grief deepening joy congealing Shall bear thy soul away Listen 'tis just the hour The awful time for thee Dost thou not feel upon thy soul A flood of strange sensations roll Forerunners of a sterner power Heralds of me

— Emily Bronte

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