Emily Jane Brontë
(1818-1848)
I'm
happiest when most away
I
can bear my soul from its home of clay
On
a windy night when the moon is bright
And
the eye can wander through worlds of light—
When
I am not and none beside—
Nor
earth nor sea nor cloudless sky—
But
only spirit wandering wide
Through
infinite immensity.
(1838)