At Vaucluse Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

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By Avignon's dismantled wallsA
Where cloudless mid March sunshine fallsA
Rhone through broad belts of greenB
Flecked with the light of almond grovesC
Upon itself reverting rovesC
Reluctant from the sceneB
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Yet from stern moat and storied towerD
From sprouting vine from spreading flowerD
My footsteps cannot chooseC
But turn aside as though some friendE
Were waiting for my voice and wendE
Unto thy vale VaucluseC
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For here by Sorgue's sequestered streamF
Did Petrarch fly from fame and dreamF
Life's noonday light awayG
Here build himself a studious homeH
And careless of the crowns of RomeH
To Laura lend his layG
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Teaching vain tongues that would rewardI
With noisy praise the shrinking bardJ
Reminding thus the proudK
Love's sympathy to him that singsC
Is more than smiles of courts and kingsC
Or plaudits of the crowdK
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For poor though love that doth not rouseC
To deeds of glory dreaming browsC
What but a bitter sweetL
Is loftiest fame unless it layG
The soldier's sword the poet's bayG
Low at some loved one's feetL
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Where are his books His garden whereM
I mount from flowery stair to stairM
While fancy fondly feignsC
Here rose his learned lintel hereN
He pondered till the text grew clearO
Of long forgotten strainsC
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On trackless slopes and brambled moundsC
The laurel still so thick aboundsC
That Nature's self one deemsC
Regretful of his vanished hallsC
Still plants the tree whose name recallsC
The lady of his dreamsC
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Aught more than this I cannot traceC
There is no footstep form nor faceC
To vivify the sceneB
Save where but culled to fling awayG
Posies of withering wildflowers sayG
Here children's feet have been ''-
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Yet there's strange softness in the skiesC
The violet opens limpid eyesC
The woodbine tendrils startP
Like childhood winning without guileQ
The primrose wears a constant smileQ
And captive takes the heartP
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All things remind of him of herD
Stripped are the slopes of beech and firD
Bare rise the crags aboveR
But hillside valley stream and plainS
The freshness of his muse retainS
The fragrance of his loveR
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Why did he hither turn Why chooseC
Thy solitary gorge VaucluseC
Thy Fountain makes replyT
That like the muse its waters wellU
From source none ne'er can sound and swellU
From springs that run not dryT
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Or was it he might drink the airM
That Laura breathed in surging prayerM
Or duty's stifled sighT
Feel on his cheek the self same galeV
And listen to the same sweet wailV
When summer nights are nighT
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May be Of Fame he deeply quaffedP
But thirsting for the sweeter draughtP
Of Love alas for himW
Though draining glory to the dregsC
He was like one that vainly begsC
And scarcely sips the brimW
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Is it then so that glory ne'erM
Its throne with happiness will shareM
But baffling half our aimX
Grief is the forfeit greatness paysC
Lone places grow the greenest baysC
And anguish suckles fameX
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Let this to lowlier bards atoneY
Whose unknown Laura is their ownY
Possessing and possestP
Of whom if sooth they do not singZ
'Tis that near her they fold their wingZ
To drop within her nestP
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Adieu Vaucluse Swift Sorgue farewellU
Thy winding waters seem to swellU
Louder as I departP
But evermore where'er I goA2
Thy stream will down my memory flowA2
And murmur through my heartP

Alfred Austin



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