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.









