The Night is Darkening Around Me
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.
Emily Bronte