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


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 dear can move me;
I will not, cannot go.


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