Poems
of
Emily Brontë
R.144
I would have touched the heavnly key
That spoke alike of bliss and thee
I would have woke the entrancing song
But its words died upon my tongue
And then I knew that hallowd strain
Could never speak of joy again
And then I felt
Iwhtthk/
Tsaobat/
Iwhwtes/
Biwdumt
/
AtIkths/
Cnsoja/
AtIf
/
undated
