No sleep for me This autumnal night A full moon shines The stars are bright. The wind sighs softly At all the doors Whilst my heart and head Are lost to the moors. ********** “ Oh Charlotte, Charlotte, Where is Emily now? Does her spirit wander On the moorland’s brow.? Or is it contained In her dark, dank, tomb? A prisoner for ever In death’s endless womb.?†Geoffrey Heath Price. 2, 11. 1997. written at Heather Cottage, Main St, Haworth. West Yorkshire.