Charlotte Bronte - Passion

Lyrics

Some have won a wild delight By daring wilder sorrow; Could I gain thy love to-night I'd hazard death to-morrow Could the battle-struggle earn One kind glance from thine eye How this withering heart would burn The heady fight to try ! Welcome nights of broken sleep And days of carnage cold Could I deem that thou wouldst weep To hear my perils told Tell me, if with wandering bands I roam full far away Wilt thou, to those distant lands In spirit ever stray ? Wild, long, a trumpet sounds afar; Bid me­bid me go Where Seik and Briton meet in war On Indian Sutlej's flow Blood has dyed the Sutlej's waves With scarlet stain, I know; Indus' borders yawn with graves Yet, command me go! Though rank and high the holocaust Of nations, steams to heaven Glad I'd join the death-doomed host Were but the mandate given Passion's strength should nerve my arm Its ardour stir my life Till human force to that dread charm Should yield and sink in wild alarm Like trees to tempest-strife If, hot from war, I seek thy love Darest thou turn aside? Darest thou, then, my fire reprove By scorn, and maddening pride? No­my will shall yet control Thy will, so high and free And love shall tame that haughty soul­ Yes­tenderest love for me I'll read my triumph in thine eyes Behold, and prove the change; Then leave, perchance, my noble prize Once more in arms to range I'd die when all the foam is up The bright wine sparkling high; Nor wait till in the exhausted cup Life's dull dregs only lie Then Love thus crowned with sweet reward Hope blest with fulness large I'd mount the saddle, draw the sword And perish in the charge!