Thursday, January 28, 2016
Still digging out of our 30" Blizzard - A Bronte Poem about Snow
Robert Vonnoh (American painter, 1858-1933) Teacher Going Home
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 dear can move me;
I will not, cannot go.