Happy Winter Solstice

Spellbound

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 beyond clouds above me,

Wastes beyond wastes below;

But nothing drear can move me;

I will not, cannot go.

Emily Brontë - 1818-1848