The wind on Crow Hill was her darling.
His fierce, high tide in her ear was her secret.
But his kiss was fatal.
Through her dark Paradise ran
The stream she loved too well
That bit her breast.
The shaggy sodden king of that kingdom
Followed through the wall
And lay on her love-sick bed.
The curlew trod her womb.
The stone swelled under her heart.
Her death is a baby-cry on the moor.
This shocking and dramatic final line is all the more effective because of its brief terseness. The fictional Cathy died in childbirth; Emily Bronte died of tuberculosis in 1848. The “baby-cry on the moor” could be the novel — the creation or baby of the writer — as well as the fictional cry of a motherless baby.
Emily Brontë