The Eve of St Agnes Flashcards
“A cruel man and impious thou art: sweet lady, let her pray, and sleep
And dream alone with her good angels…I deem thou canst not surely be the same that thou didst seem.”
Sudden a thought came like a full-blown rose,
Flushing his brow, and in his pained heart made purple riot
She seem’d a splendid angel, newly drest, save wings, for heaven:
Porphyro grew faint: she knelt, so pure a thing, so free from mortal taint.
Soon, trembling in her soft and chilly nest,
In sort of wakeful swoon, perplex’d she lay
Now wide awake, the vision of her sleep: there was a painful change,
That nigh expell’d the blisses of her dream so pure and deep
They glide, like phantoms, into the wide hall;
Like phantoms, to the iron porch, they glide;
Stol’n to this paradise, and so entranced,
Porphyro gaz’d upon her empty dress
How chang’d thou art!
How pallid, chill, and drear!
And they are gone: ay, ages long ago
These lovers fled away into the storm.
He arose ethereal, flush’d, and like a throbbing star seen mid the sapphire heaven’s deep repose;
Into her dream he melted, as the rose blendeth its odour with the violet