Saturday, 21 February 2015

A Tyrant Spell has Bound Me...

I found this incredible photo on Flikr. It reminds me of one of my favorite poems by Emily Bronte:

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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