Tuesday, July 5, 2011

Let The Right One In

I HAVE walked a great while over the snow,
And I am not tall nor strong.
My clothes are wet, and my teeth are set,
And the way was hard and long.
I have wandered over the fruitful earth,
But I never came here before.
Oh, lift me over the threshold, and let me in at the door!

The cutting wind is a cruel foe.
I dare not stand in the blast.
My hands are stone, and my voice a groan,
And the worst of death is past.
I am but a little maiden still,
My little white feet are sore.
Oh, lift me over the threshold, and let me in at the door!

Her voice was the voice that women have,
Who plead for their heart's desire.
She came—she came—and the quivering flame
Sunk and died in the fire.
It never was lit again on my hearth
Since I hurried across the floor,
To lift her over the threshold, and let her in at the door.

Mary Elizabeth Coleridge

Image by gessleindaniel.


Leelahel said...

I think I enjoy these texts the most, they really enhance the photographic content of your blog.


Rot said...

Sometimes a pic I find really needs some old text of some form.

Countess VonRauber (Heidi) said...

I love old poetry. =)

Sara said...

This is a really creepy witch. I love it. I want her on my front lawn. :)

Anonymous said...

That head look like a vampire head I bought from Buycostumes.com.
It is amazing how people take a prop and make it awesome!