(Talk between Bird and Girl) <br /> <br />Turn back. Turn, young lady dear <br />A murderer's house you enter here <br /> <br />I was wooed and won little bird <br /> <br />(I have watched them come bright girls <br />Out of the rising sun, with curls) <br />The stair is tall the cellar deep <br />The wind coughs in the halls <br /> <br />I never wish to sleep <br /> <br />From the ceiling the sky falls <br />It will press you and press you, dear. <br /> <br />It is my desire to fear <br /> <br />(What a child! she desires her fear) <br />The house is whirling night, the guests <br />Grains of dust from the northwest <br /> <br />I do not come for rest <br /> <br />There is no rest for the dead <br /> <br />Ready for the couch of my groom <br /> <br />In a long room beneath the dew <br />Where the walls embrace and cling. <br /> <br />I wear my wedding ring <br /> <br />He will cut off your finger <br />And the blood will linger <br /> <br />Little bird!<br /><br />Allen Tate<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-robber-bridegroom/
