Hill Top, Haworth Moor, Brontë Country

 

"There is a spot 'mid barren hills

Where winter howls and driving rain

But if the dreary tempest chills

There is a light that warms again

The house is old, the trees are bare

And moonless bends the misty dome

But what on earth is half so dear - 

So longed for as the hearth of home?

The mute bird sitting on the stone,

The dank moss dripping from the wall,

the garden-walk with weeds o'ergrown

I love them - how I love them all!" 

~ Emily Brontë, "A Little While" ~