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.

Source: Poets of the English Language (Viking Press, 1950)

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Poet Emily Brontë 1818–1848

SCHOOL / PERIOD Victorian

Subjects Nature, Arts & Sciences, Winter, Living, Philosophy, Trees & Flowers

Occasions Farewells & Good Luck

Poetic Terms Rhymed Stanza

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The only poems by Emily Brontë that were published in her lifetime were included in a slim volume by Brontë and her sisters Charlotte and Anne titled Poems by Currer, Ellis, and Acton Bell (1846), which sold a mere two copies and received only three unsigned reviews in the months following its publication. The three notices were positive, however, especially with respect to the contributions of Ellis Bell—Emily Brontë. The . . .

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SUBJECT Nature, Arts & Sciences, Winter, Living, Philosophy, Trees & Flowers

SCHOOL / PERIOD Victorian

Poetic Terms Rhymed Stanza

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