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Poem by Emily Jane Brontë


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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 Jane Brontë


Emily Jane Brontë's other poems:
  1. The Wanderer from the Fold
  2. Honour's Martyr
  3. Yes, Holy Be Thy Resting Place
  4. I See Around Me Tombstones Grey
  5. Self-Interrogation


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