The Princess (part 7) Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

Rhyme Scheme: ABCDEFGHIJKLM NIOPQRSTUVFQEWIX YCZPQCA2B2FC2 OD2C2E2F2G2QH2I2QJ2K 2L2M2QQ N2QO2IP2Q2A2R2S2G2T2 U2V2 W2X2QIY2Z2A3 B3C3D3E3QF3A3G3R2CEH 3I3J3K3SL3M3L2N3O3E3 P3J2Q3R3S3A2 T3UU3V3W3X3Y3Z3R2B3V 3V3A4V3 V3VB4C4D4FQE4F4QG4Z2 N3S3B4N3U V3V3QA4CT3H4V3V3Z2I4 J4IL2A3V3K4L4QM4N4C2 O4FE2 UP4Q4A3 R4A3 V3A3 V3A3 P3M2S4 Z2E2 T4

So was their sanctuary violatedA
So their fair college turned to hospitalB
At first with all confusion by and byC
Sweet order lived again with other lawsD
A kindlier influence reigned and everywhereE
Low voices with the ministering handF
Hung round the sick the maidens came they talkedG
They sang they read till she not fair beganH
To gather light and she that was becameI
Her former beauty treble and to and froJ
With books with flowers with Angel officesK
Like creatures native unto gracious actL
And in their own clear element they movedM
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But sadness on the soul of Ida fellN
And hatred of her weakness blent with shameI
Old studies failed seldom she spoke but oftO
Clomb to the roofs and gazed alone for hoursP
On that disastrous leaguer swarms of menQ
Darkening her female field void was her useR
And she as one that climbs a peak to gazeS
O'er land and main and sees a great black cloudT
Drag inward from the deeps a wall of nightU
Blot out the slope of sea from verge to shoreV
And suck the blinding splendour from the sandF
And quenching lake by lake and tarn by tarnQ
Expunge the world so fared she gazing thereE
So blackened all her world in secret blankW
And waste it seemed and vain till down she cameI
And found fair peace once more among the sickX
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And twilight dawned and morn by morn the larkY
Shot up and shrilled in flickering gyres but IC
Lay silent in the muffled cage of lifeZ
And twilight gloomed and broader grown the bowersP
Drew the great night into themselves and HeavenQ
Star after Star arose and fell but IC
Deeper than those weird doubts could reach me layA2
Quite sundered from the moving UniverseB2
Nor knew what eye was on me nor the handF
That nursed me more than infants in their sleepC2
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But Psyche tended Florian with her oftO
Melissa came for Blanche had gone but leftD2
Her child among us willing she should keepC2
Court favour here and there the small bright headE2
A light of healing glanced about the couchF2
Or through the parted silks the tender faceG2
Peeped shining in upon the wounded manQ
With blush and smile a medicine in themselvesH2
To wile the length from languorous hours and drawI2
The sting from pain nor seemed it strange that soonQ
He rose up whole and those fair charitiesJ2
Joined at her side nor stranger seemed that hearsK2
So gentle so employed should close in loveL2
Than when two dewdrops on the petals shakeM2
To the same sweet air and tremble deeper downQ
And slip at once all fragrant into oneQ
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Less prosperously the second suit obtainedN2
At first with Psyche Not though Blanche had swornQ
That after that dark night among the fieldsO2
She needs must wed him for her own good nameI
Not though he built upon the babe restoredP2
Nor though she liked him yielded she but fearedQ2
To incense the Head once more till on a dayA2
When Cyril pleaded Ida came behindR2
Seen but of Psyche on her foot she hungS2
A moment and she heard at which her faceG2
A little flushed and she past on but eachT2
Assumed from thence a half consent involvedU2
In stillness plighted troth and were at peaceV2
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Nor only these Love in the sacred hallsW2
Held carnival at will and flying struckX2
With showers of random sweet on maid and manQ
Nor did her father cease to press my claimI
Nor did mine own now reconciled nor yetY2
Did those twin brothers risen again and wholeZ2
Nor Arac satiate with his victoryA3
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But I lay still and with me oft she satB3
Then came a change for sometimes I would catchC3
Her hand in wild delirium gripe it hardD3
And fling it like a viper off and shriekE3
'You are not Ida ' clasp it once againQ
And call her Ida though I knew her notF3
And call her sweet as if in ironyA3
And call her hard and cold which seemed a truthG3
And still she feared that I should lose my mindR2
And often she believed that I should dieC
Till out of long frustration of her careE
And pensive tendance in the all weary noonsH3
And watches in the dead the dark when clocksI3
Throbbed thunder through the palace floors or calledJ3
On flying Time from all their silver tonguesK3
And out of memories of her kindlier daysS
And sidelong glances at my father's griefL3
And at the happy lovers heart in heartM3
And out of hauntings of my spoken loveL2
And lonely listenings to my muttered dreamN3
And often feeling of the helpless handsO3
And wordless broodings on the wasted cheekE3
From all a closer interest flourished upP3
Tenderness touch by touch and last to theseJ2
Love like an Alpine harebell hung with tearsQ3
By some cold morning glacier frail at firstR3
And feeble all unconscious of itselfS3
But such as gathered colour day by dayA2
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Last I woke sane but well nigh close to deathT3
For weakness it was evening silent lightU
Slept on the painted walls wherein were wroughtU3
Two grand designs for on one side aroseV3
The women up in wild revolt and stormedW3
At the Oppian Law Titanic shapes they crammedX3
The forum and half crushed among the restY3
A dwarf like Cato cowered On the other sideZ3
Hortensia spoke against the tax behindR2
A train of dames by axe and eagle satB3
With all their foreheads drawn in Roman scowlsV3
And half the wolf's milk curdled in their veinsV3
The fierce triumvirs and before them pausedA4
Hortensia pleading angry was her faceV3
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I saw the forms I knew not where I wasV3
They did but look like hollow shows nor moreV
Sweet Ida palm to palm she sat the dewB4
Dwelt in her eyes and softer all her shapeC4
And rounder seemed I moved I sighed a touchD4
Came round my wrist and tears upon my handF
Then all for languor and self pity ranQ
Mine down my face and with what life I hadE4
And like a flower that cannot all unfoldF4
So drenched it is with tempest to the sunQ
Yet as it may turns toward him I on herG4
Fixt my faint eyes and uttered whisperinglyZ2
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'If you be what I think you some sweet dreamN3
I would but ask you to fulfil yourselfS3
But if you be that Ida whom I knewB4
I ask you nothing only if a dreamN3
Sweet dream be perfect I shall die tonightU
Stoop down and seem to kiss me ere I die '-
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I could no more but lay like one in tranceV3
That hears his burial talked of by his friendsV3
And cannot speak nor move nor make one signQ
But lies and dreads his doom She turned she pausedA4
She stooped and out of languor leapt a cryC
Leapt fiery Passion from the brinks of deathT3
And I believed that in the living worldH4
My spirit closed with Ida's at the lipsV3
Till back I fell and from mine arms she roseV3
Glowing all over noble shame and allZ2
Her falser self slipt from her like a robeI4
And left her woman lovelier in her moodJ4
Than in her mould that other when she cameI
From barren deeps to conquer all with loveL2
And down the streaming crystal dropt and sheA3
Far fleeted by the purple island sidesV3
Naked a double light in air and waveK4
To meet her Graces where they decked her outL4
For worship without end nor end of mineQ
Stateliest for thee but mute she glided forthM4
Nor glanced behind her and I sank and sleptN4
Filled through and through with Love a happy sleepC2
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Deep in the night I woke she near me heldO4
A volume of the Poets of her landF
There to herself all in low tones she readE2
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'Now sleeps the crimson petal now the whiteU
Nor waves the cypress in the palace walkP4
Nor winks the gold fin in the porphyry fontQ4
The fire fly wakens wake thou with meA3
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Now droops the milkwhite peacock like a ghostR4
And like a ghost she glimmers on to meA3
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Now lies the Earth all Dana to the starsV3
And all thy heart lies open unto meA3
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Now lies the silent meteor on and leavesV3
A shining furrow as thy thoughts in meA3
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Now folds the lily all her sweetness upP3
And slips into the bosom of the lakeM2
So fold thyself my dearest thou and slipS4
Into my bosom and be lost in me '-
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I heard her turn the page she found a smallZ2
Sweet Idyl and once more as low she readE2
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'Come down O maid fromT4

Alfred Lord Tennyson



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