Friday, January 31, 2020

"Spellbound" On This Last Day Of January






The night is darkening round me,

The wild winds coldly blow;

But a tyrant spell has bound me

And I cannot, cannot go.


Winter's Silent Night
Janine Reilly



The giant trees are bending

Their bare boughs weighed in snow.

And the storm is fast descending,

And yet, I cannot go.

Clouds beyond clouds above me,

Wastes beyond wastes below;

But nothing dear can me move;

I will not, cannot go.


Emily Bronte as painted by her brother,
 Patrick Branwell Bronte
(1848)


"Spellbound"
A poem by Emily Bronte
(1818-1848)
English novelist and poetess




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