The long dim shadows,
Of surrounding trees,
The hooting sound of an owl,
With enchanting whispers of the breeze,

The darkness-veiled road,
with sounds of cricket,
The undisputed silent ambience
With flickers of cigarette,

The empty heart cries aloud,
Tears of emotion passing through,
I want you back, Cathy, shouts Heathcliff
Her burning pyre creates a smoky hue,

The death like...