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Withdrew the dripping cloak and shawl , And laid her soiled gloves by ; untied Her hat and let the damp hair fall , And , last , she sate 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 endeavour , To set its struggling passion free From pride , and vainer ties dissever , And give herself to me for ever : But passion sometimes would prevail ;
Nor could to-night ' s gay feast restrain A sudden thought of one so pale For love of her—and all in vain ; And she was come through wind and rain Be sure I looked up at her eyes Proud—very 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 times her little 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 oped 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 , Onlv , this time my shoulder bore Her head—which droops upon it still : The smiling rosy little head ! So J ^ lad it has its utmost will ; That all it scorned at once is fled ,
And I , its love , am gained instead , Porphyna ' 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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Monthly Repository (1806-1838) and Unitarian Chronicle (1832-1833), Jan. 2, 1836, page 44, in the Nineteenth-Century Serials Edition (2008; 2018) ncse.ac.uk/periodicals/mruc/issues/vm2-ncseproduct2653/page/44/
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