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. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE HAUNTED OAK by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR THE LAST SUPPER by RAINER MARIA RILKE THE FLIGHT OF THE GEESE by CHARLES GEORGE DOUGLAS ROBERTS HENDECASYLLABICS by ALFRED TENNYSON INDIA by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD |