Porphyria

Porphyria
Porphyria
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…
Robert Browning, Porphyria’s Lover, 1836
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