But from her window, on a lone canal,
The fair Venetian hears the splash of oars,
The tide that ripples by the mossy wall
Henry Theodore Tuckerman
All interspersed with weed,
The little cage of "Currer Bell"
In quiet "Haworth" laid.
Gathered from many wanderings --
Gethsemane can tell
Thro' what transporting anguish
She reached the Asphodel!
Soft falls the sounds of Eden
Upon her puzzled ear --
Oh what an afternoon for Heaven,
When "Bronte" entered there