Emily Brontë
The night is darkening around me
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
And the storm is fast descending
And yet I cannot go
Clouds upon clouds above me
Wastes beyond wastes here below
But nothing here can move me;
I cannot, I will not go