PoemThe Night
Author / PoetEmily Brontë
TagsDesolation, Determination, Imprisonment, Nature

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.

Emily Brontë
Emily Brontë
30 Jul 1818 - 19 Dec 1848
Region: Northern Europe
Period: Victorian
Movement: Romanticism

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