Emily Brontë Poem: High Waving Heather 'neath Stormy Blasts Bending

I do not own any of the images, lyrics, or music in this content. The lyrics are a poem by Emily Jane Brontë (1818-1848). See below. Winifred Gérin's biography of Charlotte Brontë indicates that this is Emily's earliest preserved poem, 13 December 1836. All vocals and accompaniment were generated by Suno AI music generator. I simply fed the poem into the app with minimal prompts. https://suno.com I added the images myself. High waving heather 'neath stormy blasts bending Midnight and moonlight and bright shining stars Darkness and glory rejoicingly blending Earth rising to heaven and heaven descending Man's spirit away from its drear dungeon sending Bursting the fetters and breaking the bars All down the mountain sides, wild forest lending One mighty voice to the life-giving wind Rivers their banks in the jubilee rending Fast through the valleys a reckless course wending Wider and deeper their waters extending Leaving a desolate desert behind Shining and lowering and swelling and dying Changing for ever from midnight to noon Roaring like thunder, like soft music sighing Shadows on shadows advancing and flying Lightning-bright flashes the deep gloom defying Coming as swiftly and fading as soon Also check out my weird little novel, The Winter of the Serpent’s Breath, on Rakuten Kobo. https://www.kobo.com