A Dream Of Venice Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABCDEFGHIJKHLMNOPQRS TPUVWXYZ SDA2B2C2D2E2F2DDG2H2 I2J2Y DK2L2M2DN2O2D D2P2RN FQ2R2S2ZT2DU2VV2W2X2 Y2DZ2J2SPDUA3DB3DC3D DD3D3DD3P2E3 F3DDD DG3H3D3W2I3J3K3D3DD3 D3DE3O2DD3L3D3D3W2DD 3D3M3DYDDG3D3N3C2L3E 3P2O3D3D3P3D3Q3 D3D3DIV2D D3DDD3D3R3S3D3D3W2G3 PA3DDL3D3DT3DD3DP2DD DP2U3ID3D3DV3W3X3Y3D DDZ3 V2U3DA4NUMB half asleep and dazed with whirl of wheels | A |
And gasp of steam and measured clank of chains | B |
I heard a blithe voice break a sudden pause | C |
Ringing familiarly through the lamp lit night | D |
Wife here's your Venice | E |
I was lifted down | F |
And gazed about in stupid wonderment | G |
Holding my little Katie by the hand | H |
My yellow haired step daughter And again | I |
Two strong arms led me to the water brink | J |
And laid me on soft cushions in a boat | K |
A queer boat by a queerer boatman manned | H |
Swarthy faced ragged with a scarlet cap | L |
Whose wild weird note smote shrilly through the dark | M |
Oh yes it was my Venice Beautiful | N |
With melancholy ghostly beauty old | O |
And sorrowful and weary yet so fair | P |
So like a queen still with her royal robes | Q |
Full of harmonious colour rent and worn | R |
I only saw her shadow in the stream | S |
By flickering lamplight only saw as yet | T |
White misty palace portals here and there | P |
Pillars and marble steps and balconies | U |
Along the broad line of the Grand Canal | V |
And in the smaller water ways a patch | W |
Of wall or dim bridge arching overhead | X |
But I could feel the rest 'Twas Venice ay | Y |
The veritable Venice of my dreams | Z |
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I saw the grey dawn shimmer down the stream | S |
And all the city rise new bathed in light | D |
With rose red blooms on her decaying walls | A2 |
And gold tints quivering up her domes and spires | B2 |
Sharp drawn with delicate pencillings on a sky | C2 |
Blue as forget me nots in June I saw | D2 |
The broad day staring in her palace fronts | E2 |
Pointing to yawning gap and crumbling boss | F2 |
And colonnades time stained and broken flecked | D |
With soft sad dying colours sculpture wreathed | D |
And gloriously proportioned saw the glow | G2 |
Light up her bright harmonious fountain'd squares | H2 |
And spread out on her marble steps and pass | I2 |
Down silent courts and secret passages | J2 |
Gathering up motley treasures on its way | Y |
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Groups of rich fruit from the Rialto mart | D |
Scarlet and brown and purple with green leaves | K2 |
Fragments of exquisite carving lichen grown | L2 |
Found 'mid pathetic squalor in some niche | M2 |
Where wild half naked urchins lived and played | D |
A bright robe crowned with a pale dark eyed face | N2 |
A red striped awning 'gainst an old grey wall | O2 |
A delicate opal gleam upon the tide | D |
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I looked out from my window and I saw | D2 |
Venice my Venice naked in the sun | P2 |
Sad faded and unutterably forlorn | R |
But still unutterably beautiful | N |
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For days and days I wandered up and down | F |
Holding my breath in awe and ecstasy | Q2 |
Following my husband to familiar haunts | R2 |
Making acquaintance with his well loved friends | S2 |
Whose faces I had only seen in dreams | Z |
And books and photographs and his careless talk | T2 |
For days and days with sunny hours of rest | D |
And musing chat in that cool room of ours | U2 |
Paved with white marble on the Grand Canal | V |
For days and days with happy nights between | V2 |
Half spent while little Katie lay asleep | W2 |
Out on the balcony with the moon and stars | X2 |
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O Venice Venice with thy water streets | Y2 |
Thy gardens bathed in sunset flushing red | D |
Behind San Giorgio Maggiore's dome | Z2 |
Thy glimmering lines of haughty palaces | J2 |
Shadowing fair arch and column in the stream | S |
Thy most divine cathedral and its square | P |
With vagabonds and loungers daily thronged | D |
Taking their ice their coffee and their ease | U |
Thy sunny campo's with their clamorous din | A3 |
Their shrieking vendors of fresh fish and fruit | D |
Thy churches and thy pictures thy sweet bits | B3 |
Of colour thy grand relics of the dead | D |
Thy gondoliers and water bearers girls | C3 |
With dark soft eyes and creamy faces crowned | D |
With braided locks as bright and black as jet | D |
Wild ragamuffins picturesque in rags | D3 |
And swarming beggars and old witch like crones | D3 |
And brown cloaked contadini hot and tired | D |
Sleeping face downward on the sunny steps | D3 |
Thy fairy islands floating in the sun | P2 |
Thy poppy sprinkled grave strewn Lido shore | E3 |
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Thy poetry and thy pathos all so strange | F3 |
Thou didst bring many a lump into my throat | D |
And many a passionate thrill into my heart | D |
And once a tangled dream into my head | D |
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'Twixt afternoon and evening I was tired | D |
The air was hot and golden not a breath | G3 |
Of wind until the sunset hot and still | H3 |
Our floor was water sprinkled our thick walls | D3 |
And open doors and windows shadowed deep | W2 |
With jalousies and awnings made a cool | I3 |
And grateful shadow for my little couch | J3 |
A subtle perfume stole about the room | K3 |
From a small table piled with purple grapes | D3 |
And water melon slices pink and wet | D |
And ripe sweet figs and golden apricots | D3 |
New laid on green leaves from our garden leaves | D3 |
Wherewith an antique torso had been clothed | D |
My husband read his novel on the floor | E3 |
Propped up on cushions and an Indian shawl | O2 |
And little Katie slumbered at his feet | D |
Her yellow curls alight and delicate tints | D3 |
Of colour in the white folds of her frock | L3 |
I lay and mused in comfort and at ease | D3 |
Watching them both and playing with my thoughts | D3 |
And then I fell into a long deep sleep | W2 |
And dreamed | D |
I saw a water wilderness | D3 |
Islands entangled in a net of streams | D3 |
Cross threads of rippling channels woven through | M3 |
Bare sands and shallows glimmering blue and broad | D |
A line of white sea breakers far away | Y |
There came a smoke and crying from the land | D |
Ruin was there and ashes and the blood | D |
Of conquered cities trampled down to death | G3 |
But here methought amid these lonely gulfs | D3 |
There rose up towers and bulwarks fair and strong | N3 |
Lapped in the silver sea mists waxing aye | C2 |
Fairer and stronger till they seemed to mock | L3 |
The broad based kingdoms on the mainland shore | E3 |
I saw a great fleet sailing in the sun | P2 |
Sailing anear the sand slip whereon broke | O3 |
The long white wave crests of the outer sea | D3 |
Pepin of Lombardy with his warrior hosts | D3 |
Following the bloody steps of Attila | P3 |
I saw the smoke rise when he touched the towns | D3 |
That lay outposted in his ravenous reach | Q3 |
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Then in their island of deep waters saw | D3 |
A gallant band defy him to his face | D3 |
And drive him out with his fair vessels wrecked | D |
And charred with flames into the sea again | I |
Ah this is Venice I said proudly queen | V2 |
Whose haughty spirit none shall subjugate | D |
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It was the night The great stars hung like globes | D3 |
Of gold in purple skies and cast their light | D |
In palpitating ripples down the flood | D |
That washed and gurgled through the silent streets | D3 |
White bordered now with marble palaces | D3 |
It was the night I saw a grey haired man | R3 |
Sitting alone in a dark convent porch | S3 |
In beggar's garments with a kingly face | D3 |
And eyes that watched for dawnlight anxiously | D3 |
A weary man who could not rest nor sleep | W2 |
I heard him muttering prayers beneath his breath | G3 |
And once a malediction while the air | P |
Hummed with the soft low psalm chants from within | A3 |
And then as grey gleams yellowed in the east | D |
I saw him bend his venerable head | D |
Creep to the door and knock | L3 |
Again I saw | D3 |
The long drawn billows breaking on the land | D |
And galleys rocking in the summer noon | T3 |
The old man richly retinued and clad | D |
In princely robes stood there and spread his arms | D3 |
And cried to one low kneeling at his feet | D |
Take thou my blessing with thee O my son | P2 |
And let this sword wherewith I gird thee smite | D |
The impious tyrant king who hath defied | D |
Dethroned and exiled him who is as Christ | D |
The Lord be good to thee my son my son | P2 |
For thy most righteous dealing | U3 |
And again | I |
'Twas that long slip of land betwixt the sea | D3 |
And still lagoons of Venice curling waves | D3 |
Flinging light foamy spray upon the sand | D |
The noon was past and rose red shadows fell | V3 |
Across the waters Lo the galleys came | W3 |
To anchorage again and lo the Duke | X3 |
Yet once more bent his noble head to earth | Y3 |
And laid a victory at the old man's feet | D |
Praying a blessing with exulting heart | D |
This day my well belov d thou art blessed | D |
And Venice with thee for St Peter's sake | Z3 |
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And I will give thee for thy bride and queen | V2 |
The sea which thou hast conquered Take this ring | U3 |
As sign of her subjection and thy right | D |
To be her | A4 |
Ada Cambridge
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