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 lightโ When I am not and none besideโ Nor earth nor sea nor cloudless skyโ But only spirit wandering wide Through infinite immensity.
Emily BronteThat is how I'm loved! Well, never mind. That is not my Heathcliff. I shall love mine yet; and take him with me: he's in my soul.
Emily Bronte