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.