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,…

I’ll not weep that thou art going to leave meThere’s nothing lovely here,And doubly will the dark world grieve meWhile thy heart suffers there – I’ll not weep – because the summer’s gloryMust always end in gloomAnd follow out the happiest story,It closes with the tomb – And I am…