The Night is Darkening Round Me

This  classic poem by Emily Jane Bronte is called “The Night is Darkening Round 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.

Author of Wuthering Heights and Jane Eyre, Emily Jane Bronte lived to be just 30 years old when she died from a cold that developed into tuberculosis. Go to the Bronte Parsonage Museum and Bronte Society webpage to learn more about her life.  Go to oldpoetry.com to read more of her poems.

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