Porphyria’s Lover - Robert Browning

• Glided in Porphyria / she shut the cold out / she rose / laid her soiled gloves by / untied her hat
• Yellow hair (repetition)
• At last I knew Porphyria worshipped me
• In one long yellow string I wound / three times her little throat around / and strangled her
• I warily opened her lid / i untightened next the tress / I propped her head up
• And yet God has not said a word!