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 Night is Darkening Around Me, The by Emily Bronte 
						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.
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