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Poem by Emily Jane Brontë


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. 



Emily Jane Brontë


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


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