Spellbound

Emily Brontë

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.

 

Winter Verse

Deep in the ground of the human soul

Of victory assured

The Spirit-Sun is living.

All through the winter of the inner life

The faithful heart divines it.

 GO TELL IT ON THE MOUNTAIN

While witches kept their watching O’er sleeping flock by night, Behold, throughout the night sky, There shone a magic light.

Go tell it on the mountain,
Over the hills and everywhere.
Go tell it on the mountain,
The Solstice sun is born.

The witches danced and feasted, When lo, there was rebirth.
The sunbeams climbed the mountains
And poured across the earth.

Down in a lowly valley,
The sun rays lit the morn,
And life began a-stirring
To sing this solstice song.

 Winter reflections

Lingering

the shadow of your precious laughter,

the scent of your sweetness;

still, when the rivers flow

the ache to see you go.

Yet, when the seas rise

the moon child floats

fleeting free, flies, across

the northern skies,

Blessed be my child 

in the hills with heather and moss

in the wilderness mild

open your eyes

and see, breathe the world;

crystals, feathers and stones

daughter, feel the world

for all it has to offer.

I in silence suffer

my tired bones

until I find myself again

learning to let go of the pain

Here, hear, near

I care, you dear

Cara, cara, anche lontana

ti sono vicina.