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; The storm is fast descending, And yet I cannot go. Clouds beyond clouds above me, Wastes beyond wastes below; But nothing dreary moves me: I will not, cannot go. That wind I used to hear With joy divinely deep You might have seen my hot tears But rapture made me weep I used to love on winter nights To lie and dream alone Of all the hopes and real delights My early years had known And oh above the rest of those That coming time should bear Like heaven's stars they rose Still beaming bright and fair Like heaven's stars they rose Still beaming bright and fair