Tuesday 4 December 2012

The Night is Darkening Round Me


Chosen by Julia who said
"I chose this poem because it tells you what it feels like in December when it's cold, just before Christmas"

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.

Emily Bronte

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