“Spellbound” is a poignant exploration of emotional paralysis and the overwhelming forces of nature, captured in one poem, written by Emily Brontë (1818 – 1848). This is the analysis of “Spellbound.”
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This article previously appeared on The Ministry of Poetic Affairs website. This website was active between 2016 and 2018. After that, the website was active in 2020 and 2021. The website was an initiative of mine. Therefore, this article -with some modifications- can be found on this website.
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.
Emily Brontë


