What use is it to slumber here: Though the heart be sad and weary? What use is it to slumber here Though the day rise dark and dreary? - Emily Brontë

She burned too bright for this world.

Mi cariño a Heathcliff es como son las rocas del fondo de la tierra, que permanecen eternamente iguales sin cambiar jamás. Es un afecto del que no puedo prescindir.

The night is darkening round me, The wild winds coldly blow; But a tyrant spell has bound me And I cannot, cannot go. The giant trees are bending Their bare boughs weighed with snow,
And the storm is fast descending, And yet I cannot go. Clouds beyond clouds above me, Wastes beyond wastes below;
But nothing drear can move me— I will not, cannot go.