The night is darkening round me，

    The wild winds coldly blow；

    But a tyrant¹ spell has bound me

    And I cannot， cannot go.

    The giant trees are bending

    Their bare boughs² weighed with snow.

    And the storm is fast descending³，

    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.