Author Emily Brontë All hushed and still within the house;Without--all wind and driving rain;But something whispers to my mind,Through rain and through the wailing wind,Never again.Never again? Why not again?Memory has power as real as thine. Tags Short Poems Rate this poem Select ratingGive it 1/5Give it 2/5Give it 3/5Give it 4/5Give it 5/5 Average: 4.3 (12 votes) Rate Log in or register to post comments