Emily Jane Brontë (Эмили Бронте)

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. I See Around Me Tombstones Grey
2. The Wind Was Rough Which Tore
3. Encouragement
4. High Waving Heather 'Neath Stormy Blasts Bending
5. Shall Earth No More Inspire Thee

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