The night is darkening round me, <br />The wild winds coldly blow; <br />But a tyrant spell has bound me <br />And I cannot, cannot go. <br /> <br />The giant trees are bending <br />Their bare boughs weighed with snow. <br />And the storm is fast descending, <br />And yet I cannot go. <br /> <br />Clouds beyond clouds above me, <br />Wastes beyond wastes below; <br />But nothing drear can move me; <br />I will not, cannot go.<br /><br />Emily Jane Brontë<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/spellbound-20/
