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.