"Porphyria's Lover", by Robert Browning

The rain set early in tonight,
 The sullen wind was soon awake,
It tore the elm-tops down for spite,
 And did it's worst to vex the lake:
 I listened with heart fit to break.
When glided in Porphyria; straight
 She shut the cold out and the storm
And kneeled and made the cheerless grate
 Blaze up, and all the cottage warm;
 Which done, she rose, and from her form
Withdrew the dripping cloak and shawl,
 And laid her soiled gloves by, untied
Her 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 about 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 endeavor,
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 all in vain:
 So, she was come through wind and rain.
Be sure I looked up at her eyes
 Happy and proud; at last I knew
Porphyria worshipped me: surprise
 Made my heart swell, and still it grew
 While I debated what to do.
That moment she was mine, mine, fair,
 Perfectly pure and good; I found
A thing to do, and all her hair
 In one long yellow string I wound
 Three time her little throat around,
And strangled her. No pain felt she;
 I am quite sure she felt no pain.
As a shut bud taht holds a bee,
 I warily opened her lids; again
Laughed the blue eyes without a stain.
And I untightened next the tress
 About her neck; her cheek once more
Blushed bright beneath my burning kiss:
 I propped her head up as before,
 Only, this time my shoulder bore
Her head, which droops upon it still:
 The smiling rosy little head,
So glad it has its utmost will,
 That all it scorned at once is fled,
 And I, its love, am gained instead!
Porphyria's love: she guessed not how
 Her darling one wish would be heard.
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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