..As I sat reading the last few chapters of wuthering heights...I just facinated n wrote something(the poem fits ...speacially in the bits of Mr. Heathcliff...and is dedicated to Catherine Linton...) Rise back again Now the flood has gone and so has subsided the storm ... Its an isolated land where coarse is sand and dry is dew... coz without you the wuthering heart haunts me...into misery The soft strokes of gentle breeze which entice me come from your chimney So mysteriously concealed I hear a voice faint though , but I am sure that its yours... And here I stand So extend your hand Just one grasp and I'll have you at last.... Oh...dont deceive... Dont part ways... These earthly greivances.... Linger around thy grave.. I cannot touch immortality and i cant rest till I do.. So reach out for me... As I reach out for you....