For the majority of people my age any talk of Wuthering Heights always bring to mind Kate Bush and flaying arms. I remember my father being totally outraged at the video that accompanied the song and saying that Emily Brontë would be spinning in her grave. Well that is one opinion, I however through that song became both a fan of Kate Bush (initially it was purely because of the rebel within me) and also of the book and indeed the other Brontë sisters writings.
Recently I came across what Charlotte, her sister, said were the last lines Emily ever wrote and I share then with you on this the anniversary of Emily’s premature death, aged just 30 in 1848.
No coward soul is mine, no trembler in the world’s storm-troubled sphere:
I see heaven’s glories shine, and faith shines equal, arming me from fear.
O God within my breast, Almighty, ever-present Deity!
Life – that in me has rest, as I – undying Life – have power in Thee!
Vain are the thousand creeds that move men’s hearts; unutterably vain;
worthless as withered weeds, or idlest froth amid the boundless main,
to waken doubt in one holding so fast by Thine infinity;
so surely anchored on the steadfast rock of immortality.
With wide-embracing love Thy spirit animates eternal years,
pervades and broods above, changes, sustains, dissolves, creates and rears
Though earth and man were gone, and suns and universes ceased to be,
and thou wert left alone, every existence would exist in Thee.
There is not room for Death, nor atom that his might could render void:
Thou – THOU art Being and Breath, and what THOU art may never be destroyed.