"Boreas," 1903, by John William Waterhouse (1849-1917)
If these boughs above were weighed down with snow, then this painting would almost illustrate this poem below, "Spellbound" by 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 dear can move me;
I will not, cannot go.
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