The Three Friends (from The French) Poem Rhyme Scheme

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The sword slew one in deadly strife	A
One perish'd by the bowl	B
The third lies self slain by the knife	A
For three the bells may toll	B
I loved her better than my life	A
And better than my soul	B
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Aye father hast thou come at last	C
'Tis somewhat late to pray	D
Life's crimson tides are ebbing fast	C
They drain my soul away	D
Mine eyes with film are overcast	C
The lights are waning grey	D
	-
This curl from her bright head I shore	E
And this her hands gave mine	F
See one is stained with purple gore	E
And one with poison'd wine	F
Give these to her when all is o'er	G
How serpent like they twine	F
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We three were brethren in arms	H
And sworn companions we	I
We held this motto Whoso harms	H
The one shall harm the three	I
Till matchless for her subtle charms	H
Beloved of each was she	I
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These two were slain that I might kiss	J
Her sweet mouth I did well	K
I said There is no greater bliss	J
For those in heaven that dwell	K
I lost her then I said There is	L
No fiercer pang in hell	K
	-
We have upheld each other's rights	M
Shared purse and borrow'd blade	N
Have stricken side by side in fights	M
And side by side have prayed	N
In churches We were Christian knights	M
And she a Christian maid	N
	-
We met at sunrise he and I	O
My comrade 'twas agreed	P
The steel our quarrel first should try	O
The poison should succeed	P
For two of three were doom'd to die	O
And one was doom'd to bleed	P
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We buckled to the doubtful fray	D
At first with some remorse	Q
But he who must be slain or slay	D
Soon strikes with vengeful force	Q
He fell I left him where he lay	D
Among the trampled gorse	Q
	-
Did passion warp my heart and head	R
To madness And if so	Q
Can madness palliate bloodshed	R
It may be I shall know	Q
When God shall gather up the dead	R
From where the four winds blow	Q
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We met at sunset he and I	O
My second comrade true	S
Two cups with wine were brimming high	O
And one was drugg'd we knew	S
Not which nor sought we to descry	S
Our choice by lot we drew	S
	-
And there I sat with him to sup	T
I heard him blithely speak	U
Of by gone days the fatal cup	T
Forgotten seem'd his cheek	U
Was ruddy father raise me up	T
My voice is waxing weak	U
	-
We drank his lips turned livid white	V
His cheeks grew leaden ash	W
He reel'd I heard his temples smite	V
The threshold with a crash	W
And from his hand in shivers bright	V
I saw the goblet flash	W
	-
The morrow dawn'd with fragrance rare	S
The May breeze from the west	V
Just fann'd the sleepy olives where	S
She heard and I confess'd	V
My hair entangled with her hair	S
Her breast strained to my breast	V
	-
On the dread verge of endless gloom	X
My soul recalls that hour	S
Skies languishing with balm of bloom	X
And fields aflame with flower	S
And slow caresses that consume	X
And kisses that devour	S
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Ah now with storm the day seems rife	A
My dull ears catch the roll	B
Of thunder and the far sea strife	A
On beach and bar and shoal	B
I loved her better than my life	A
And better than my soul	B
	-
She fled I cannot prove her guilt	V
Nor would I an I could	V
See life for life is fairly spilt	V
And blood is shed for blood	V
Her white hands neither touched the hilt	V
Nor yet the potion brew'd	V
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Aye turn me from the sickly south	Y
Towards the gusty north	Z
The fruits of sin are dust and drouth	Z
The end of crime is wrath	Z
The lips that pressed her rose like mouth	Z
Are choked with blood red froth	Z
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Then dig the grave pit deep and wide	V
Three graves thrown into one	A2
And lay three corpses side by side	V
And tell their tale to none	A2
But bring her back in all her pride	V
To see what she hath done	A2

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