Sunday, March 17, 2013

The Night Is Darkening Round Me

A portrait of Emily, painted by her brother Br...
A portrait of Emily, painted by her brother Branwell. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

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, 1818–1848

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