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.