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Emily Jane Bronte - The Night
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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.
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