desert

Edmund Dulac, from Stealers of light, 1916 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 drear can move …

Emily Bronte – La notte si addensa attorno a me / The night is darkening around me Read More »