"He comes with Western winds,
    with evening's wandering airs,
With that clear dusk of heaven that
    brings the thickest stars:
Winds take a pensive tone, and
    stars a tender fire,
And visions rise, and change, that
    kill me with desire."

- from 'The Prisoner' by Emily Brontë 1818-1847

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