I'm happiest when most away
I can bear my soul from its home of clay
On a windy night when the moon is bright
And the eye can wander through worlds of light—
When I am not and none beside—
Nor earth nor sea nor cloudless sky—
But only spirit wandering wide
Through infinite immensity.
Brontë, Emily. "I'm happiest when most away". The Norton Anthology of English Literature. 9th ed. Vol 2. Gen. ed. Stephen Greenblatt. New York, London: W.W. Norton & Company, 2012.
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