Porphyria's Lover by Robert Browning

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Jaron Wilkerson and Rane Tiptons English project for Dr. Elliotts class.
directed/edited by Jessica Marie Thaxton

Porphyria's Lover

The rain set early in to-night,
The sullen wind was soon awake,
It tore the elm-tops down for spite,
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 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 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:
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 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,
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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[davidmartinrain]

Well done!!!

[yeayea1189]

thank you :)

[asharpfamily13]

Haha! This was actually pretty dern good :D

[crossedtheline87]

Well we made an A! So seeing how we simply took a day to make a project, passed the class, and randomly decided to put it on youtube, I really don't see a huge problem in that. But since you were the one that took time out of YOUR day to watch the video and comment on it in a nice and non-trashy manner, then thank you :)

[ThatGutOverDer]

Your Faggots, Actings Pretty Shit and i had to sit through english, and watch your asses acting and being very depressing.....

Must be honest heres mine:

'She walks in and smiles'

'Shoot her ass then shes always smiling'

[itsmarkyboi]

Ahaha we watched this in my english class and we were all laughin at both of you!! XD

[MrWallicimo]

you well and truly massacred this poem

[RandomGuitarist96]

@shichi21jeca

In the poem, the speaker has pretty twisted logic, so he wants to keep the moment when she says that she loves him preserved.

[Evolution0369]

@paintdaroses It is 'The River Flows in You' by Yiruma but as not actually 'Bella's Lullaby' athough the two are often confused. 'The River Flows in You' was originally going to be in the Twilight films but then we replaced by a piece written for the film: 'Bella's Lullaby. Sorry to be a PC obsessionist...

[rampletrash]

Very nice.

[paintdaroses]

@xoTaylorSwiftFan13ox it is 'The River Flows in You' by Yiruma - more commonly known as 'Bella's Lullabye'...something to do with twilight?