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. 

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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