Spell

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,

And the storm is fast descending

And yet I cannot go.

Clouds upon clouds above me,

Wastes beyond wastes here below

But nothing here can move me;

I cannot, I will not go.