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 bendingTheir 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. Source: Poets of the English Language (Viking Press, 1950) Cover image credit:Photo by Lucas Ludwig on Unsplash
Fall, leaves, fallby Emily Bronte Fall, leaves, fall; die, flowers, away;Lengthen night and shorten day;Every leaf speaks bliss to meFluttering from the autumn tree.I shall smile when wreaths of snowBlossom where the rose should grow;I shall sing when night’s decayUshers in a drearier day. Source: Poets of the English Language (Viking Press, 1950) Featured imageCredit to: Autumn in Savernake Forest, near Marlborough, Wiltshire. Photograph: Anna Stowe/Alamy