by Emily Brontë (1818 - 1848)

The night is darkening round me
Language: English 
The night is darkening round me,
The wild winds coldly blow;
But a tyrant spell has bound me
And I cannot, cannot go.

The giant trees are bending
Their bare boughs weighed with snow,
And the storm is fast descending
And yet I cannot go.

Clouds upon clouds above me,
Wastes beyond wastes here below
But nothing here can move me;
I cannot, I will not go.

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This text was added to the website between May 1995 and September 2003.
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Word count: 67