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The Night is Darkening round Me
Emily Jane Brontë 
The Complete Poems of Emily Brontë (1923, d75) 
composed 1837 (19)


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.