Wednesday, December 16, 2009

Emily Jane Brontë poem

The Night is Darkening Around Me

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.

By Emily Jane Brontë

Another poem to share with you. Emily Jane Brontë english novelist and poet, she write the novel "Wuthering Heights".

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