Millais, John Everett - Mariana in the moated grange
Type of Spiritual Experience
Alfred Lord Tennyson – from Mariana
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.
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, weary
I would that I were dead'
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