"If I could I would always work in silence and obscurity, and let my efforts be known by their results."
"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 me; I will not, cannot go."
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Source: The Night is Darkening Round Me. Poem by Emily Bronte, www.poetryfoundation.org. November 1837.
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