Haworth Moors in August

 

"I've seen the purple heather-bell

Look out by many a storm-worn stone

And oh, I've known such music swell,

Such wild notes wake these passes lone - 

So soft, yet so intensely felt,

So low, yet so distinctly heard,

My breath would pause, my eyes would melt

And my tears dew the green heath-sward -

I'd linger here a summer day 

Nor care how fast the hours flew by

Nor mark the sun's departing ray

Smile sadly glorious from the sky - 

~ Emily Brontë, from "A Farewll to Alexandria"~