Ah! how often my heart is in the heavens, And I cannot reach the voice that trembles there; The fragrance drifted down, the lilac leavens, My soul’s a thirst for all that I can share.
- Emily Brontë
Ah! how often my heart is in the heavens, And I cannot reach the voice that trembles there; The fragrance drifted down, the lilac leavens, My soul’s a thirst for all that I can share.