The Snow Storm

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.

painting~William Morris Hunt~The Snow Storm


Margarida Elias said...

This is really beatiful!

Castles Crowns and Cottages said...

Hang on tight my dearest, the spring of love and friendship is on its way and we WILL NOT LET GO! Bisous, Anita

Renee said...

That is how I feel.

Love Renee xoxo

GrandmaK said...

Wonderful to read in anticipation of a storm supposed to be here this evening...So far the sun is still shining!!! Praise God! Cathy

Vicki's Bit-o-earth said...

I love anything Bronte, but this is especially beautiful~