It was stormy here yesterday, which brought to mind a half-remembered poem: a blonde comes in from the rain, lights a fire, and well, there's a surprise ending.
It was driving me nuts, so I went online to hunt it down. It occurs to me that we need to take more care with poetry online. I guess I'm a bit pernickety anyway (why would anyone put Keats in Times New Roman) but shoving a frame of 'sponsored links' into the middle of a poem is just criminal.
Anyway, I found it: Porphyria's Lover, by Browning. It's kinda depraved, but with gusto!
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