#159

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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.
     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.

~Emily Bronte