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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