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Photographs by Emma Kathan
Makeup and Hair by Trinity Baker

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.

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I shall smile when wreaths of snow
Blossom where the rose should grow;
I shall sing when night’s decay
Ushers in a drearier day.

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Burn, then, little lamp; glimmer straight and clear—
Hush! a rustling wing stirs, methinks, the air:
He for whom I wait, thus ever comes to me;
Strange Power! I trust thy might; trust thou my constancy.

From the Poems: “Spellbound,” ” The Visionary,” and “Fall, leaves, fall” by Emily Bronte

Models Ashley Ellinor, Alex Grubbs and Sarah Messner photographed by Emma Kathan for Psychic Gloss.

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