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Seasonal Poetry & Prose: 'Spellbound', by Emily Brontë



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 beyond clouds above me, Wastes beyond wastes below; But nothing drear can move me; I will not, cannot go.


'Spellbound', by Emily Brontë (1818-1848) Artist Lauren Mills.

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