The Roussalka Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

Rhyme Scheme: A BCBCDEDE FGHGBIBI JHJHDADA KAKALMLM IAIANAOA APAPA AB QHQHARAR

A LEGEND OF THE WATER SPRITEA
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In forest depths beside a mereB
A monk once made his habitationC
Absorbed in penances severeB
In fast and prayer he sought salvationC
Already by his own poor spadeD
His grave was hollowed to receive himE
And every day the good saint prayedD
That Heaven from earth would soon relieve himE
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One summer's eve the hermit poorF
At prayer within his narrow roomG
Looked out beyond his humble doorH
And saw the forest wrapped in gloomG
Night mists were rising from the mereB
Between the clouds the moon 'gan peepI
The monk unto the pool drew nearB
And gazed into its waters deepI
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He saw himself drew back perturbedJ
By fears he ne'er had known beforeH
For lo the waters were disturbedJ
Then suddenly grew calm once moreH
'While fitful as a twilight shadeD
Than virgin snow more purely whiteA
From out the pool appeared a maidD
Approaching in the silver lightA
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She shook the bright drops from her hairK
And gazed upon the anchoriteA
To look upon her form so fairK
The good monk trembled with affrightA
And he beheld her from afarL
With head and hand strange signals makeM
Then swifter than a shooting starL
Dive back into the silent lakeM
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All night the hermit could not sleepI
All day in agony he prayedA
But still he could not choose but keepI
The image of that wondrous maidA
Before him So when day did waneN
And overhead the moon was brightA
He watched and saw her come againO
In all her beauty dazzling whiteA
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She beckoned to him where he stoodA
And gave him greeting glad and freeP
She played and splashed about the floodA
She laughed and danced in childish gleeP
As softly to the monk she criedA
' Come hither monk and join me here '-
Then suddenly she dipped to hideA
Her beauty in the darkling mereB
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The third day came grown mad with loveQ
The hermit sought th' enchanted shoreH
Ere yet night's veil was drawn aboveQ
And waited for the maid once moreH
Dawn broke the monk had disappearedA
And now the frightened children sayR
He haunts the pool and lo his beardA
Floats on the water night and dayR

Alexander Sergeyevich Pushkin



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