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