lexlingua: (poetry)
lexlingua ([personal profile] lexlingua) wrote2015-08-18 10:49 pm
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The Night is Darkening by Emily Bronte

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.


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