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Alfred,Lord Tennyson : Mariana

Mariana in the moated grange
(Measure for Measure)1

With blackest moss the flower-pots
	Were thickly crusted, one and all:
The rusted nails fell from the knots
	That held the pear to the gable-wall.
The broken sheds looked sad and strange:
	Unlifted was the clinking latch;
	Weeded and worn the ancient thatch
Upon the lonely moated grange.
	She only said, 'My life is dreary,
	He cometh not,' she said;
	She said, 'I am aweary, aweary,
	I would that I were dead!'

Her tears fell with the dews at even;
	Her tears fell ere the dews were dried;
She could not look on the sweet heaven,
	Either at morn or eventide.
After the flitting of the bats,
	When thickest dark did trance the sky,
	She drew her casement-curtain by,
And glanced athwart the glooming flats.
	She only said, 'The night is dreary,
	He cometh not,' she said;
	She said, 'I am aweary, aweary,
	I would that I were dead!'

Upon the middle of the night,
	Waking she heard the night-fowl crow:
The cock sung out an hour ere light:
	From the dark fen the oxen's low
Came to her: without hope of change,
	In sleep she seemed to walk forlorn,
	Till cold winds woke the gray-eyed morn
About the lonely moated grange.
	She only said, 'The day is dreary,
	He cometh not,' she said;
	She said, 'I am aweary, aweary,
	I would that I were dead!'

About a stone-cast from the wall
	A sluice with blackened waters slept,
And o'er it many, round and small,
	The clustered marish-mosses2 crept.
Hard by a poplar shook alway,
	All silver-green with gnarlèd bark:
	For leagues no other tree did mark
The level waste, the rounding gray.
	She only said, 'My life is dreary,
	He cometh not,' she said;
	She said, 'I am aweary, aweary,
	I would that I were dead!'

And ever when the moon was low,
	And the shrill winds were up and away,
In the white curtain, to and fro,
	She saw the gusty shadow sway.
But when the moon was very low,
	And wild winds bound within their cell,
	The shadow of the poplar fell
Upon her bed, across her brow.
	She only said, 'The night is dreary,
	He cometh not,' she said;
	She said, 'I am aweary, aweary,
	I would that I were dead!'

All day within the dreamy house,
	The doors upon their hinges creaked;
The blue fly sung in the pane; the mouse
	Behind the mouldering wainscot shrieked,
Or from the crevice peered about.
	Old faces glimmered through the doors,
	Old footsteps trod the upper floors,
Old voices called her from without.
	She only said, 'My life is dreary,
	He cometh not,' she said;
	She said, 'I am aweary, aweary,
	I would that I were dead!'

The sparrow's chirrup on the roof,
	The slow clock ticking, and the sound
Which to the wooing wind aloof
	The poplar made, did all confound
Her sense; but most she loathed the hour
	When the thick-moted sunbeam lay
	Athwart the chambers, and the day
Was sloping toward his western bower.
	Then, said she, 'I am very dreary,
	He will not come,' she said;
	She wept, 'I am aweary, aweary,
	Oh God, that I were dead!'

Alfred,Lord Tennyson (1809-1892)	1830

 
FOOTNOTES
1 a reference to Mariana in Shakespeare's play Measure for Measure, where Mariana is waiting in grange for her lover; 2 algae
 

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