Where Dead Angels Lie
Porphyria's lover loved no more
Her active burning heart
Than he did any dirty whore
Whose love with time may part
Porphyria's lover, loved no more,
Would sign his name in blood
If God could love to life restore
From out the Stygian mud
But God - it seemed - had deemed it best
Not lift the weight upon his chest
Or thus disturb an angel's rest
And no voice sounded in the deep
And all his heart could only weep
For her that slept an angel's sleep