The night is darkening round me By Emily Brontë

The night is darkening round me

By Emily Brontë 1818–1848 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 Emily Brontë poem "November 1837" set

                                                   to music and sung by Janet Jones