Emily Jane Bronte



              Spellbound
                   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 beyond clouds above me,
                   Wastes beyond wastes below;
                   But nothing drear can move me;
                   I will not, cannot go.

                   November 1837

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