Guinevere Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

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Queen Guinevere had fled the court and satA
There in the holy house at AlmesburyB
Weeping none with her save a little maidC
A novice one low light betwixt them burnedD
Blurred by the creeping mist for all abroadE
Beneath a moon unseen albeit at fullF
The white mist like a face cloth to the faceG
Clung to the dead earth and the land was stillH
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For hither had she fled her cause of flightI
Sir Modred he that like a subtle beastJ
Lay couchant with his eyes upon the throneK
Ready to spring waiting a chance for thisL
He chilled the popular praises of the KingM
With silent smiles of slow disparagementJ
And tampered with the Lords of the White HorseN
Heathen the brood by Hengist left and soughtJ
To make disruption in the Table RoundJ
Of Arthur and to splinter it into feudsO
Serving his traitorous end and all his aimsP
Were sharpened by strong hate for LancelotJ
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For thus it chanced one morn when all the courtJ
Green suited but with plumes that mocked the mayQ
Had been their wont a maying and returnedJ
That Modred still in green all ear and eyeR
Climbed to the high top of the garden wallS
To spy some secret scandal if he mightJ
And saw the Queen who sat betwixt her bestJ
Enid and lissome Vivien of her courtJ
The wiliest and the worst and more than thisL
He saw not for Sir Lancelot passing byR
Spied where he couched and as the gardener's handJ
Picks from the colewort a green caterpillarB
So from the high wall and the flowering groveT
Of grasses Lancelot plucked him by the heelU
And cast him as a worm upon the wayQ
But when he knew the Prince though marred with dustJ
He reverencing king's blood in a bad manV
Made such excuses as he might and theseW
Full knightly without scorn for in those daysX
No knight of Arthur's noblest dealt in scornY
But if a man were halt or hunched in himZ
By those whom God had made full limbed and tallS
Scorn was allowed as part of his defectJ
And he was answered softly by the KingM
And all his Table So Sir Lancelot holpA2
To raise the Prince who rising twice or thriceB2
Full sharply smote his knees and smiled and wentJ
But ever after the small violence doneC2
Rankled in him and ruffled all his heartJ
As the sharp wind that ruffles all day longD2
A little bitter pool about a stoneK
On the bare coastJ
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But when Sir Lancelot toldJ
This matter to the Queen at first she laughedJ
Lightly to think of Modred's dusty fallS
Then shuddered as the village wife who criesE2
I shudder some one steps across my grave '-
Then laughed again but faintlier for indeedJ
She half foresaw that he the subtle beastJ
Would track her guilt until he found and hersF2
Would be for evermore a name of scornY
Henceforward rarely could she front in hallS
Or elsewhere Modred's narrow foxy faceG
Heart hiding smile and gray persistent eyeR
Henceforward too the Powers that tend the soulG2
To help it from the death that cannot dieR
And save it even in extremes beganV
To vex and plague her Many a time for hoursF2
Beside the placid breathings of the KingM
In the dead night grim faces came and wentJ
Before her or a vague spiritual fearB
Like to some doubtful noise of creaking doorsH2
Heard by the watcher in a haunted houseI2
That keeps the rust of murder on the wallsJ2
Held her awake or if she slept she dreamedJ
An awful dream for then she seemed to standJ
On some vast plain before a setting sunC2
And from the sun there swiftly made at herB
A ghastly something and its shadow flewK2
Before it till it touched her and she turnedJ
When lo her own that broadening from her feetJ
And blackening swallowed all the land and in itJ
Far cities burnt and with a cry she wokeL2
And all this trouble did not pass but grewK2
Till even the clear face of the guileless KingM
And trustful courtesies of household lifeM2
Became her bane and at the last she saidJ
O Lancelot get thee hence to thine own landJ
For if thou tarry we shall meet againN2
And if we meet again some evil chanceO2
Will make the smouldering scandal break and blazeX
Before the people and our lord the King '-
And Lancelot ever promised but remainedJ
And still they met and met Again she saidJ
O Lancelot if thou love me get thee hence '-
And then they were agreed upon a nightJ
When the good King should not be there to meetJ
And part for ever Vivien lurking heardJ
She told Sir Modred Passion pale they metJ
And greeted Hands in hands and eye to eyeR
Low on the border of her couch they satJ
Stammering and staring It was their last hourB
A madness of farewells And Modred broughtJ
His creatures to the basement of the towerB
For testimony and crying with full voiceP2
Traitor come out ye are trapt at last ' arousedJ
Lancelot who rushing outward lionlikeM
Leapt on him and hurled him headlong and he fellQ2
Stunned and his creatures took and bare him offR2
And all was still then she The end is comeS2
And I am shamed for ever ' and he saidJ
Mine be the shame mine was the sin but riseE2
And fly to my strong castle overseasW
There will I hide thee till my life shall endJ
There hold thee with my life against the world '-
She answered Lancelot wilt thou hold me soT2
Nay friend for we have taken our farewellsU2
Would God that thou couldst hide me from myselfV2
Mine is the shame for I was wife and thouW2
Unwedded yet rise now and let us flyR
For I will draw me into sanctuaryB
And bide my doom ' So Lancelot got her horseN
Set her thereon and mounted on his ownK
And then they rode to the divided wayQ
There kissed and parted weeping for he pastJ
Love loyal to the least wish of the QueenX2
Back to his land but she to AlmesburyB
Fled all night long by glimmering waste and wealdJ
And heard the Spirits of the waste and wealdJ
Moan as she fled or thought she heard them moanK
And in herself she moaned Too late too late '-
Till in the cold wind that foreruns the mornY
A blot in heaven the Raven flying highR
Croaked and she thought He spies a field of deathY2
For now the Heathen of the Northern SeaB
Lured by the crimes and frailties of the courtJ
Begin to slay the folk and spoil the land '-
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And when she came to Almesbury she spakeM
There to the nuns and said Mine enemiesW
Pursue me but O peaceful SisterhoodJ
Receive and yield me sanctuary nor askM
Her name to whom ye yield it till her timeZ2
To tell you ' and her beauty grace and powerB
Wrought as a charm upon them and they sparedJ
To ask itJ
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So the stately Queen abodeJ
For many a week unknown among the nunsA3
Nor with them mixed nor told her name nor soughtJ
Wrapt in her grief for housel or for shriftJ
But communed only with the little maidJ
Who pleased her with a babbling heedlessnessA3
Which often lured her from herself but nowW2
This night a rumour wildly blown aboutJ
Came that Sir Modred had usurped the realmB3
And leagued him with the heathen while the KingM
Was waging war on Lancelot then she thoughtJ
With what a hate the people and the KingM
Must hate me ' and bowed down upon her handsA3
Silent until the little maid who brookedJ
No silence brake it uttering Late so lateJ
What hour I wonder now ' and when she drewB
No answer by and by began to humS2
An air the nuns had taught her Late so late '-
Which when she heard the Queen looked up and saidJ
O maiden if indeed ye list to singM
Sing and unbind my heart that I may weep '-
Whereat full willingly sang the little maidJ
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Late late so late and dark the night and chillH
Late late so late but we can enter stillH
Too late too late ye cannot enter nowW2
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No light had we for that we do repentJ
And learning this the bridegroom will relentJ
Too late too late ye cannot enter nowW2
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No light so late and dark and chill the nightJ
O let us in that we may find the lightJ
Too late too late ye cannot enter nowW2
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Have we not heard the bridegroom is so sweetJ
O let us in though lateJ

Alfred Lord Tennyson



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