Monday, January 11, 2010

The Night is Darkening Round 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 weighted with snow,
And the storm is fast descending
And yet I cannot go.

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

— Emily Brontë

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