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Porphyria's Lover
Updated: 4/27/2020
Porphyria's Lover
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  • The Rain set early in to-nightThe sullen wind was soon awakeIt tore the elm-tops down for spiteAnd did it's worst to vex lakeI listened with heart fit to break
  • When Glided in Porphyria; straightShe shut the cold out and the storm,And kneeled and made the cheerless grateBlaze up, and all cottage warm; Which done, she rose, and from her formWithdrew the dripping cloak and shawlAn dlaid her soiled gloves by, untiedHer hat and let the damp hair fall
  • And, last, she sat down by my side And called me. When no voice replied, She put my arm around her waist, And made her smooth white shoulder bare, And all her yellow hair displaced, And, stooping, made my cheek lie there And spread. o'er all, her yellow hair Murmuring how she loved me- she Too weak, for all her heart;s endeavour, To set its struggling passion free From pride, and vainer ties dissever, And give herself to me forever. But passion sometimes would prevail, Nor could tonight's gay feast restrain A sudden thought of one so pale For love of her, and in vain: So she was come through wind and rain
  • I Love You
  • Be sure I looked up at her eyesHappy and proud;at last I knewPorphyria worshipped me;surpriseMade my heart swell, and still it grewWhile I debated what to doThat moment she was mine, mine, fairPerfectly pure and good:
  • She Worships me...
  • A thing to do, and all her hairIn one long yellow string I woundThree times her little throat aroundAnd strangled her. No pain felt she;I am quite sure she felt no pain.I wearily opened her lids: againLaughed at the blue eyes without a stain.And I untightened next the tressAbout her neck; her cheek once moreBlushed bright beneath my burning kiss:
  • I propped her head up as before,Only this time my shoulder boreHer hear, which droops upon it still: The smiling rosy little head,So glad it has its uttermost will,That all it scorned at once is fled,And I its love, am gained instead!Porphyrias love: she guessed not how her darling one wish would be hard.And thus we sit together now,And all night long we have not stirred,And yet God has not said a word!
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