"Oh, for the time when I shall sleep
Without identity . . ."


– Emily Brontë, from "When I Shall Sleep"

Spellbound 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 dear can move me; I will not, cannot go. – Emily Brontë