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. The Elder's Rebuke
2. Warning and Reply
3. The Wind Was Rough Which Tore
4. Often Rebuked, Yet Always Back Returning
5. If Grief For Grief Can Touch Thee

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