Emily Bronte was born in Yorkshire, England in 1818. She and her two sisters, Anne and Charlotte, enjoyed writing poetry and novels. Emily wrote many poems but only one novel, the critically acclaimed Wuthering Heights. She died in Yorkshire, England in 1848 of tuberculosis.
In summer’s mellow midnight,
A cloudless moon shone through
Our open parlor window,
And rosetrees wet with dew.
I sat in silent musing,
The soft wind waved my hair:
It told me heaven was glorious,
And sleeping earth was fair.
I needed not its breathing
To bring such thoughts to me,
But still it whispered lowly,
How dark the woods will be!
“The thick leaves in my murmur
Are rustling like a dream,
And all their myriad voices
Instinct with spirit seem.”
I said, “Go, gentle singer,
Thy wooing voice is kind:
But do not think its music
Has power to reach my mind.
“Play with the scented flower,
The young tree’s supple bough,
And leave my human feelings
In their own course to flow.”
The wanderer would not leave me;
Its kiss grew warmer still.
“O come!” it sighed so sweetly;
“I’ll win thee ’gainst thy will.
“Have we not been from childhood friends?
Have I not loved thee long?
As long as thou hast loved the
night,
Whose silence wakes my song.
“And when thy heart is laid at rest
Beneath the church yard stone,
I shall have time enough to mourn,
“The Night Wind” by Emily Bronte is a sensually eerie poem.
Bronte achieves this mood initially through the scene she describes in the
first stanza, a summer night with “A cloudless moon” that “shone through Our
open parlor window.” Right away the reader gets the feeling that the narrator
is alone for a reason; her solitariness is not casual and it means something.
The next stanzas detail a conversation the narrator has with
the “wind”, however, the wind symbolizes death. The mysterious wind seems to be
trying to coax and entice the narrator to come with it, like when it says, “‘O
come,’ it sighed so sweetly, ‘I’ll win thee ‘gainst thy will.” The narrator is
resisting the wind’s pull calling the voice “kind” but assuring it that it will
never penetrate her mind.
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