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Christabel
by Samuel Taylor Coleridge 
Written 1797-1801? unfinished

Christabel, the poem

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This poem in some eyes is interpreted as a lesbian vampire story.

 

Christabel meets a strange woman, Geraldine in a forest. She claims to have been kidnapped.

Christabel invites her back to her castle and has to carry Geraldine over threshold as she collapses on arrival.

 

Geraldine has a supernatural effect on Christabel and, with the help of some cordial wine, she persuades Christabel to take off her clothes. Geraldine then undresses and they lie down together. In the morning, Christabel says ‘I have sinned’ and Geraldine appears to speak with a snakelike supernatural hiss.

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The full poem has been analysed. Unfortunately it was unfinished, so the outcome is not clear.

 

It is long poem, and only the first line of the song is directly linked to the poem. It is, as usual, pure Robert Smith.

 

 

The relevant verses

 

O weary lady, Geraldine,

I pray you, drink this cordial wine!

It is a wine of virtuous powers;

My mother made it of wild flowers.

 

And will your mother pity me,

Who am a maiden most forlorn?

Christabel answered—Woe is me!

She died the hour that I was born.

I have heard the grey-haired friar tell

How on her death-bed she did say,

That she should hear the castle-bell

Strike twelve upon my wedding-day.

O mother dear! that thou wert here!

I would, said Geraldine, she were!

 

But soon with altered voice, said she—

'Off, wandering mother! Peak and pine!

I have power to bid thee flee.'

Alas! what ails poor Geraldine?

Why stares she with unsettled eye?

Can she the bodiless dead espy?

 

And why with hollow voice cries she,

'Off, woman, off! this hour is mine—

Though thou her guardian spirit be,

Off, woman, off! 'tis given to me.'

 

Then Christabel knelt by the lady's side,

And raised to heaven her eyes so blue—

Alas! said she, this ghastly ride—

Dear lady! it hath wildered you!

The lady wiped her moist cold brow,

And faintly said, ' 'tis over now!'

 

Again the wild-flower wine she drank:

Her fair large eyes 'gan glitter bright,

And from the floor whereon she sank,

The lofty lady stood upright:

She was most beautiful to see,

Like a lady of a far countrèe.

 

And thus the lofty lady spake—

'All they who live in the upper sky,

Do love you, holy Christabel!

And you love them, and for their sake

And for the good which me befel,

Even I in my degree will try,

Fair maiden, to requite you well.

But now unrobe yourself; for I

Must pray, ere yet in bed I lie.'

 

Quoth Christabel, So let it be!

And as the lady bade, did she.

Her gentle limbs did she undress,

And lay down in her loveliness.

 

But through her brain of weal and woe

So many thoughts moved to and fro,

That vain it were her lids to close;

So half-way from the bed she rose,

And on her elbow did recline

To look at the lady Geraldine.

 

Beneath the lamp the lady bowed,

And slowly rolled her eyes around;

Then drawing in her breath aloud,

Like one that shuddered, she unbound

The cincture from beneath her breast:

Her silken robe, and inner vest,

Dropt to her feet, and full in view,

Behold! her bosom and half her side—

A sight to dream of, not to tell!

O shield her! shield sweet Christabel!

 

Yet Geraldine nor speaks nor stirs;

Ah! what a stricken look was hers!

Deep from within she seems half-way

To lift some weight with sick assay,

And eyes the maid and seeks delay;

Then suddenly, as one defied,

Collects herself in scorn and pride,

And lay down by the Maiden's side!—

And in her arms the maid she took,

       Ah wel-a-day!

And with low voice and doleful look

These words did say:

'In the touch of this bosom there worketh a spell,

Which is lord of thy utterance, Christabel!

Thou knowest to-night, and wilt know to-morrow,

This mark of my shame, this seal of my sorrow;

       But vainly thou warrest,

               For this is alone in

       Thy power to declare,

               That in the dim forest

       Thou heard'st a low moaning,

And found'st a bright lady, surpassingly fair;

And didst bring her home with thee in love and in charity,

To shield her and shelter her from the damp air.'

 

 

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A Foolish Arrangement, the song

 

Christabel strips
And slips like a dream
Breaking ice with arms that gleam with pain
Disdain...
She throws her head
And glides against the stream
Throwing me her bravest smile
Defiant
Glittering
Shivering guile

"catching a cold is quick this time
But fish?...
Fish may take a while... "

Christabel dips and slips from me
And hand pushed deep inside is suddenly free
Triumphant
Reluctantly
Struggling six legs held up for me to see

"don't be so scared
It's nothing new
It's the same old game
Only fun with two... "
But fast and over and over
"i can't play this game with you"

Everything she tries to tell me
Leaves me open mouthed and still
Foolishly arrange tomorrow
The way I always will

Christabel trips
And grips my hand
But never to be saved...
For a second I understand
And I fall with her...

"i'll never leave you
Love you
See you change into the man I want
But it's not for long this thing
It's not for long... "

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Songwriters: BORIS WILLIAMS, PERRY BAMONTE, PORL THOMPSON, ROBERT JAMES SMITH, SIMON GALLUP

A Foolish Arrangement lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group

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