The Night is Darkening Round Me by Emily Brontë

The night is darkening round me,
The wild winds coldly blow;
But a tyrant spell has bound me
And I cannot, cannot go.
Je t'aime
A Aurore

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!