1. When I Shall Sleep

    Oh, for the time when I shall sleep
    Without identity,
    And never care how rain may steep,
    Or snow may cover me!
    No promised heaven these wild desires
    Could all, or half, fulfill;
    No threatened hell, with quenchless fires,
    Subdue this quenchless will!

    So said I, and still say the same;
    Still, to my death, will say— 
    Three gods within this little frame
    Are warring night and day:
    Heaven could not hold them all, and yet
    They all are held in me;
    And must be mine till I forget
    My present entity!

    Oh, for the time when in my breast
    Their struggles will be o’er!
    Oh, for the day when I shall rest,
    And never suffer more!

    Emily Bronte

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