The Demon Came Down
And again the morning comes on bright wings,
Pushing my hopes with the night to the west.
The flowers bloom sweetly, moors run, birds sing,
But gray hours plod on to taunt and test.
I watch every moment and pray I see
Your small, fairy frame among Thornfield's moor.
This demon, this anguish that rules o'er me,
Blinds long before flames destroy the house's core.
And again all is black, devoured by pain
And now she is dead, her dark plan in vain!
And from my lips, stronger than thin breath, "Jane!
Jane! Jane!" Prayer be fulfilled, tears fall as rain.
And could this life be so unhappily led
That I'll still wake each day and find you've fled.
5/22/02
And again the morning comes on bright wings,
Pushing my hopes with the night to the west.
The flowers bloom sweetly, moors run, birds sing,
But gray hours plod on to taunt and test.
I watch every moment and pray I see
Your small, fairy frame among Thornfield's moor.
This demon, this anguish that rules o'er me,
Blinds long before flames destroy the house's core.
And again all is black, devoured by pain
And now she is dead, her dark plan in vain!
And from my lips, stronger than thin breath, "Jane!
Jane! Jane!" Prayer be fulfilled, tears fall as rain.
And could this life be so unhappily led
That I'll still wake each day and find you've fled.
5/22/02