Elizabeth

A weeping lady before a gloomy mirror

Sits and hardens her soul with terror

For her price is too big to pay

And says "I have mistaken you in every way."

The reflection is pale and cold

And as the expression cannot unfold

A smile, her eyes soon laugh tears

And carry rivers, and still no one hears.

"Well, then, what have I done for this?

My soul looks at this face of an eclipse

And there's the patient silence I provoke

As my eyes in these tears soak."

Yet she doubts not that a mistake like hers

Is what climbs higher and reaches first

People's hearts; and yet, because of her courage

This movement can cause no damage.

For their life is limited and it may not grow.

For time is too short, but this we all know.

She dared to deny some man's proposal

As she did not love him; so she spoke her refusal.

But she's now pointed out as a woman of misery

For they still live in the nineteenth century.

Yet she did it at her own expence

She did not want anybody to be offenced

But they all soon followed the guess

That she is not to be trusted; and nothing less.

But how could she accept the matter

When she had her life before her?

Was it not appropriate to tell him

That it wasn't how it seemed?

Mr Darcy was odious and full of pride

And he did not even try to hide

Still he was the one whom she had thought

Unworthy of her affection. But he was not.

This letter that he's written to her

Has made the final move, and she surrendered

The words she said were not what she wanted them to be

"...But they reached his heart, and now I see!"

There, in her chamber, she quietly recovers from her sorrow

And she's soon convinced that by tomorrow,

Everyone will forget the chance she had, but did not let

Take the form of marriage, for she's Lizzy Bennet.

Inspired from Jane Austen's 'Pride and Prejudice'.