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An untitled poem by Emily Bronte
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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.
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The giant trees are bending Their bare boughs weighed with snow, And the storm is fast descending And yet I cannot go.
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Clouds beyond clouds above me, Wastes beyond wastes below;
But nothing drear can move me; I will not, cannot go.
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