Heaven of northern fields
May light
sing praises
Sordid flatterers cringe
before the rich man
& bow
& bring their offerings
But on some high
hanging rock
tempests fly
across a midnight sky
shining bright & silent
Star of the pole
how many look
wandering
abyss of air
rent & riven
black clouds
increasing shrouds
with surf shaken shore
as they drive secret quicksands
& dark blue concave of night
a thousand stars fixed
a silent sky native shores
Ocean roam
waste on waste
native valley lies
bitter blast inclement sky
everlasting guide
June 26th 1832 – Branwell Brontë
March 20th 2022 – Andrew Taylor
Photo: Adam Nagaitis as Branwell Brontë in To Walk Invisible/BBC