Shadow Haven
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 spit,
And did its 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 kneels 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 her hair fall
And, last, she sat down by my side
And called me. When no voice replied,
She put her 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 endeavor,
To set its struggling passion free
From pride, and vanier 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 worshiped me: suprise
Made my heart swell, and still it grew
While I debated what to do.
That moment she wa smine, mine, fair,
Perfectly pure and good: I found
A thing to do, and all her hair
In one yellow string I wound
Three times around her throat around,
And strangled her. No pain felt she;
I am quite sure she felt no pain.
As a shut bud that holds a bee,
I warily opened her lids again
Laughed the blue eyes without a stain.
And I untightened next the trees
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 most 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 could be heard.
And thus we sit together now,
And all night long we have not stirred,
And yet God has not said a word!