I lie by the garden wall, <br />Buried and all alone; <br />The brown camellias fall <br />One by one on the stone. <br /> <br />Buried and all alone, <br />Because I had loved the sky! <br />One by one on the stone <br />The blossoms shudder and die. <br /> <br />Because I had loved the sky— <br />The dark blue face of the sea! <br />(The blossoms shudder and die) <br />He murdered me at his knee. <br /> <br />The dark, blue face of the sea. <br />Nothing so dark as the tomb! <br />He murdered me at his knee. <br />I knew the truth of the room! <br /> <br />Nothing so dark as the tomb <br />For the vile revenge of the vain. <br />I knew the truth of the room <br />And the price of his hidden stain. <br /> <br />For the vile revenge of the vain <br />I suffered the knife at my skin, <br />And the price of his hidden stain <br />Was two and eleven a tin! <br /> <br />I suffered the knife at my skin; <br />I knew the dye that he used <br />Was two and eleven a tin. <br />I confess I was somewhat amused. <br /> <br />I knew the dye that he used. <br />I heard the stitch of my shroud. <br />I confess I was somewhat amused <br />At the fury that burst like a cloud. <br /> <br />I heard the stitch of my shroud, <br />And all of the world disappeared <br />At the fury that burst like a cloud <br />From the heaven’s blue of his beard. <br /> <br />And all of the world disappeared! <br />I lie by the garden wall. <br />From the heaven’s blue of his beard <br />The brown camellias fall.<br /><br />Leon Gellert<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/bluebeard-s-first-wife/
