• 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 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.
    "The Night is Darkening Round Me". Poem by Emily Bronte, www.poetryfoundation.org. November 1837.