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; straightShe shut the cold out and the storm,And kneeled and made the cheerless grateBlaze up, and all the cottage warm;
Which done, she rose, and from her formWithdrew the dripping cloak and shawl,And laid her soiled gloves by, untiedHer hat and let the damp hair fall,And, last, she sat down by my sideAnd 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 — sheToo weak, for all her heart’s endeavour,To set its struggling passion freeFrom pride, and vainer ties dissever,And give herself to me for ever.
But passion sometimes would prevail,Nor could to-night’s gay feast restrainA sudden thought of one so paleFor love of her, and all in vain:So, she was come through wind and rain.
Be sure I looked up at her eyesHappy and proud; at last I knewPorphyria worshipped me; surpriseMade my heart swell, and still it grewWhile I debated what to do.
That moment she was mine, mine, fair,Perfectly pure and good: I foundA thing to do, and all her hairIn one long yellow string I woundThree 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: againLaughed the blue eyes without a stain.And I untightened next the tressAbout her neck; her cheek once moreBlushed bright beneath my burning kiss:I propped her head up as before,Only, this time my shoulder boreHer 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 howHer 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!
CLASS OF 2016 B.A(Hons.) English
Special Thanks to Prof. Sumitra for organising this event.
Actors – Monib Ahmed and Humera Jamal
Direction – Aamir Jamal
Narration– Mehvish Naseem and Aman Khan
Make up – Farheen Khan and Aiman Asif
Stage and design – Summaiyah Ahmed, Farhana Yunus, Uzma Javed Arjumand Ara,
Wardrobe Courtsey – Aiman
Music and Sound (DJ) – Arif and Sidharth Rawat
Photographer – Asna Azhar