A one time performance during the 5th Annual Dead Poets Slam at Sarah Lawrence College on Thursday, November 9, 2006 at 8:00 pm in the Reisinger Concert Hall by Gary Ploski.<br /><br />The rain set early in tonight,<br />The sullen wind was soon awake,<br />It tore the elm-tops down for spite,<br />and did its worst to vex the lake:<br />I listened with heart fit to break.<br />When glided in Porphyria; straight<br />She shut the cold out and the storm,<br />And kneeled and made the cheerless grate<br />Blaze up, and all the cottage warm;<br />Which done, she rose, and from her form<br />Withdrew the dripping cloak and shawl,<br />And laid her soiled gloves by, untied<br />Her hat and let the damp hair fall,<br />And, last, she sat down by my side<br />And called me. When no voice replied,<br />She put my arm about her waist,<br />And made her smooth white shoulder bare,<br />And all her yellow hair displaced,<br />And, stooping, made my cheek lie there,<br />And spread, o'er all, her yellow hair,<br /><br />Complete poem:<br />http://www.sparknotes.com/poetry/browning/section1.html
