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POEMS OF EMILY 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,
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.

November 1837.