Thirteen. For someone so young, Bronte certainly had a wonderful ear for rhythm and meter. I love her phrase "the red deer fleet." It makes me think not of a group of deer loitering in a sheltered meadow but of a well-maintained armada, ready for action and capable of speed.
But what does this have to do with Harry Potter? First, the poem.
And mid flowery smiling plains
I've been listening to the dark floods
To the thrushes thrilling strains
I have gathered the pale primrose
And the purple violet sweet
I've been where the Asphodel grows
And where lives the red deer fleet.
I've been to the distant mountain,
To the silver singing rill
By the crystal murmuring mountain,
And the shady verdant hill.
I've been where the poplar is springing
From the fair inamelled ground
Where the nightingale is singing
With a solemn plaintive sound.