Dazzling Sun
O Stars and Dreams and Gentle Night;
O Night and Stars return!
And hide me from the hostile light
That does not warm, but burn—
That drains the blood of suffering men; D
rinks tears, instead of dew:
Let me sleep through his blinding reign,
And only wake with you!
~ From 'Ah! Why Because the Dazzling Sun ' by Emily Bronte
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