Vincent van Gogh painted Wheat Field with Cypress Trees near the town of Eygalieres, France in 1889, one year before he died.
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Spellbound, a poem by Emily Brontė
The night is darkening round me,
The wild winds
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.
Wastes beyond wastes below;
But nothing drear can move me;
I will not, cannot go.
- by Emily Brontė (1814-1848, English writer)
Last modified November 7, 2008 by Lisa Gardiner.
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