The night is darkening round me
By Emily Brontë 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; The storm is fast descending, And yet I cannot go.
Clouds beyond clouds above me, Wastes beyond wastes below; But nothing drear can move me; I will not, cannot go.
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