Posted by: W. E. Poplaski | September 10, 2008

POEM OF THE DAY: The Night

by Emily Brontë (1818 – 1848).

 

The Night

 

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                                 5

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;                           10

But nothing drear can move me:

I will not, cannot go. 

 

Notes:

http://www.kirjasto.sci.fi/ebronte.htm

http://www.online-literature.com/bronte/


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