23.07.2007, 08:29
GREAT GOD! the arms wherein that maiden fell
Were not her lover's; I am her lover - I,
Who sat here in the shadows silently
Silent with gladness, for I thought, 0 hell!
I thought to me she moved, and all was well.
She saw me not yet dimly could descry
That beautiful hand of his and with a sigh
Sank on his treacherous, damned breast. The spell
Of the Evil One was on me. All in vain
I strove to speak- my parched lips were dumb.
See! see! the wan and whitening window-pane!
See, in the night, the awful morning bloom!
Too late she will know all! God! send thy rain
Of death, nor let the sun of waking come!
Were not her lover's; I am her lover - I,
Who sat here in the shadows silently
Silent with gladness, for I thought, 0 hell!
I thought to me she moved, and all was well.
She saw me not yet dimly could descry
That beautiful hand of his and with a sigh
Sank on his treacherous, damned breast. The spell
Of the Evil One was on me. All in vain
I strove to speak- my parched lips were dumb.
See! see! the wan and whitening window-pane!
See, in the night, the awful morning bloom!
Too late she will know all! God! send thy rain
Of death, nor let the sun of waking come!