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.Emily Brontë
Author of Wuthering HeightsSTARTED : June 2018
FINISHED : October 2018
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