Poems of Charlotte Bronte

Whilst the greatest effort has been made to ensure the quality of this text, due to the historical nature of this content, in some rare cases there may be minor issues with legibility. I've quench'd my lamp, I struck it in that start Which every limb convulsed, I heard it fall The crash blent with my sleep, I saw depart Its light, even as I woke, on yonder wall Over against my bed, there shone a gleam Strange, faint, and mingling also with my dream.6 poems OF charlotte bronte.