Emily Brontë
Poetry might be defined as the clear expression of mixed feelings. – W.H. Auden
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Published: March 17, 2021
“The night is darkening round me” by Emily Brontë is one of my favourite poems. I decided to commemorate a couple of verses from it in cross-stitch to celebrate the #WorldPoetryDay!
The whole poem reads:
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.
