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.
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.
~ author unknown, shared by Edward Hirsch
8 comments:
Beautiful photo which just captures the bleakness ...
Beautiful are your postings my lovely friend.
Love Jeanne
Beautifully done.
It captures us in it's arms.
Lovely tree and poem.
so beautiful and warm,
despite the snow:)
thank you,
Jennifer
What a beautiful poem. The barren tree, all the more so. Lovely.
Love how you managed to find a poem that conveys the words of the poem perfectly!
Missed stopping by to visit and hope we can reconnect through our blogs again.
Love and Hugs ~ Kat
Haunting poem, and I love how in the photo it looks like a woman is kneeling in front of the tree.
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