The Night

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.