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Browning “Porphyria’s Lover,”
1 She
shut the cold out and the storm,
And
kneeled and made the cheerless grate
Blaze up, and all the cottage warm;
2 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,
3 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.
4 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.
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