letra de the lab - robert browning
now that i, tying thy gl-ss mask tightly,
may gaze through these faint smokes curling whitely
as thou pliest thy trade in this devil’s-smithy—
which is the poison to poison her, prithee?
ii
he is with her; and they know that i know
where they are, what they do: they believe my tears flow
while they laugh, laugh at me, at me fled to the drear
empty church, to pray god in, for them!—i am here
iii
grind away, moisten and mash up thy paste
pound at thy powder,—i am not in haste!
better sit thus, and observe thy strange things
than go where men wait me and dance at the king’s
iv
that in the mortar—you call it a gum?
ah, the brave tree whence such gold oozings come!
and yonder soft phial, the exquisite blue
sure to taste sweetly,—is that poison too?
v
had i but all of them, thee and thy treasures
what a wild crowd of invisible pleasures!
to carry pure death in an earring, a casket
a signet, a fan-mount, a filigree-basket!
vi
soon, at the king’s, a mere lozenge to give
and pauline should have just thirty minutes to live!
but to light a pastille, and elise, with her head
and her breast, and her arms, and her hands, should drop dead!
vii
quick—is it finished? the colour’s too grim!
why not soft like the phial’s, enticing and dim?
let it brighten her drink, let her turn it and stir
and try it and taste, ere she fix and prefer!
viii
what a drop! she’s not little, no minion like me—
that’s why she ensnared him: this never will free
the soul from those strong, great eyes,—say, “no!”
to that pulse’s magnificent come-and-go
ix
for only last night, as they whispered, i brought
my own eyes to bear on her so, that i thought
could i keep them one-half minute fixed, she would fall
shrivelled; she fell not; yet this does it all!
x
not that i bid you spare her the pain!
let death be felt and the proof remain;
brand, burn up, bite into its grace—
he is sure to remember her dying face!
xi
is it done? take my mask off! nay, be not morose
it k!lls her, and this prevents seeing it close:
the delicate droplet, my whole fortune’s fee—
if it hurts her, beside, can it ever hurt me?
xii
now, take all my jewels, gorge gold to your fill
you may kiss me, old man, on my mouth if you will!
but brush this dust off me, lest horror it brings
ere i know it—next moment i dance at the king’s!
letras aleatórias
- letra de you were in my dream - laur elle
- letra de abundance - wavehi
- letra de célèbre - fresh (bel)
- letra de what do the gods think - scars of freedom
- letra de vaveyla - shayea
- letra de ecstasy - tanathan
- letra de working class heroes - evil conduct
- letra de where is my mama? - yellasoma
- letra de listen to my heart - de la cruz (spa)
- letra de big step - slatty, bg smokxd