Poem by Emily Jane 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 ;
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. The Elder's Rebuke
2. Warning and Reply
3. Death, That Struck When I Was Most Confiding
4. High Waving Heather 'Neath Stormy Blasts Bending
5. The Wanderer from the Fold

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