HEATHCLIFF TO KATHERINE
(FOR WUTHERING HEIGHTS)
Six feet in the earth my Catherine lay
And yet I loved her more
For it seemed, than till that day
I ne’er had loved her before.
And turning from her grave
Beside the churchyard yew
A blooming gril, whose hair was wet
With points of morning dew.
A basket on head she bare,
Her brow was smooth and white
To see the child so very fair,
It was pure delight!
She seemed very happy
Never cared, as she was ever free;
She seemed as happy as a wave
That dances on a sea.
Suddenly I realized those eyes
That were same as her mother,
And now I felt, a life in my hand lie
And have to take another breath.
Oh, it’s struggled romantic! I like subjects, musicality, and i think it’s really perfect! Do you compose it??
no, I don’t compose.. I wrote it when I was reading Wuthering Heights.
I am happy you found it musical.
Beautiful poem, to my favorite classic story.
Thanks 🙂
It’s my favourite book too 🙂