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: Genius and tragedy seemed to go side by side in the lives of the 3 Bronte sisters...a melancholia born no doubt of her experiences of lifes frailty seem to permeate much of Emily Jane Brontes poems....This beautiful bitter sweet rather lyrical poem seems to cry out at the seemingly impossible dream of holding onto love....Alas poor emily Jane to be forever remembered for her "Wuthering Heights" was to die at the young age of thirty of tubercolosis....heres the link to the page with the sound file for this poem : http://groups.msn.com/acousticmusiciansandpoetssoundarchive/poetrysounds.msnw?action=get_message&mview=0&ID_Message=193 : Regards.. : Jim Clark : All rights are reserved on this sound recording/copyright/patent Jim Clark 2002 : Oh Dream, where art though now ? : Oh Dream,where art though now ? : Long years have ped away : Since last,from off thy angel brow : I saw the light decay : Alas,alas for me : Thou wert so bright and fair : I could not think thy memory : Would yield me nought but care : The sun-beam and the storm : The summer-eve divine : The silent night of solemn calm : The full moons cloudless shine : Were once entwined with thee : But now with weary pain : Lost vision! tis enough for me- : Thou canst not shine again

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