The Princess (part Iii) Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
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Came furrowing all the orient into gold | B |
We rose and each by other drest with care | C |
Descended to the court that lay three parts | D |
In shadow but the Muses' heads were touched | E |
Above the darkness from their native East | F |
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There while we stood beside the fount and watched | G |
Or seemed to watch the dancing bubble approached | H |
Melissa tinged with wan from lack of sleep | I |
Or grief and glowing round her dewy eyes | J |
The circled Iris of a night of tears | K |
'And fly ' she cried 'O fly while yet you may | L |
My mother knows ' and when I asked her 'how ' | - |
'My fault' she wept 'my fault and yet not mine | M |
Yet mine in part O hear me pardon me | N |
My mother 'tis her wont from night to night | O |
To rail at Lady Psyche and her side | P |
She says the Princess should have been the Head | Q |
Herself and Lady Psyche the two arms | R |
And so it was agreed when first they came | S |
But Lady Psyche was the right hand now | T |
And the left or not or seldom used | U |
Hers more than half the students all the love | V |
And so last night she fell to canvass you | W |
Her countrywomen she did not envy her | X |
Who ever saw such wild barbarians | Y |
Girls more like men and at these words the snake | Z |
My secret seemed to stir within my breast | A2 |
And oh Sirs could I help it but my cheek | B2 |
Began to burn and burn and her lynx eye | C2 |
To fix and make me hotter till she laughed | D2 |
O marvellously modest maiden you | W |
Men girls like men why if they had been men | E2 |
You need not set your thoughts in rubric thus | F2 |
For wholesale comment Pardon I am shamed | G2 |
That I must needs repeat for my excuse | H2 |
What looks so little graceful men for still | I2 |
My mother went revolving on the word | J2 |
And so they are very like men indeed | K2 |
And with that woman closeted for hours | L2 |
Then came these dreadful words out one by one | M2 |
Why these are men I shuddered and you know it | N2 |
O ask me nothing I said And she knows too | W |
And she conceals it So my mother clutched | E |
The truth at once but with no word from me | N |
And now thus early risen she goes to inform | O2 |
The Princess Lady Psyche will be crushed | P2 |
But you may yet be saved and therefore fly | C2 |
But heal me with your pardon ere you go ' | - |
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'What pardon sweet Melissa for a blush ' | - |
Said Cyril 'Pale one blush again than wear | C |
Those lilies better blush our lives away | L |
Yet let us breathe for one hour more in Heaven' | M2 |
He added 'lest some classic Angel speak | B2 |
In scorn of us They mounted Ganymedes | L2 |
To tumble Vulcans on the second morn | M2 |
But I will melt this marble into wax | L2 |
To yield us farther furlough ' and he went | Q2 |
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Melissa shook her doubtful curls and thought | R2 |
He scarce would prosper 'Tell us ' Florian asked | S2 |
'How grew this feud betwixt the right and left ' | - |
'O long ago ' she said 'betwixt these two | W |
Division smoulders hidden 'tis my mother | X |
Too jealous often fretful as the wind | T2 |
Pent in a crevice much I bear with her | X |
I never knew my father but she says | L2 |
God help her she was wedded to a fool | U2 |
And still she railed against the state of things | L2 |
She had the care of Lady Ida's youth | V2 |
And from the Queen's decease she brought her up | W2 |
But when your sister came she won the heart | X2 |
Of Ida they were still together grew | W |
For so they said themselves inosculated | X2 |
Consonant chords that shiver to one note | X2 |
One mind in all things yet my mother still | I2 |
Affirms your Psyche thieved her theories | L2 |
And angled with them for her pupil's love | V |
She calls her plagiarist I know not what | X2 |
But I must go I dare not tarry ' and light | X2 |
As flies the shadow of a bird she fled | X2 |
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Then murmured Florian gazing after her | X |
'An open hearted maiden true and pure | Y2 |
If I could love why this were she how pretty | X2 |
Her blushing was and how she blushed again | M2 |
As if to close with Cyril's random wish | Z2 |
Not like your Princess crammed with erring pride | X2 |
Nor like poor Psyche whom she drags in tow ' | - |
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'The crane ' I said 'may chatter of the crane | M2 |
The dove may murmur of the dove but I | C2 |
An eagle clang an eagle to the sphere | A3 |
My princess O my princess true she errs | L2 |
But in her own grand way being herself | B3 |
Three times more noble than three score of men | M2 |
She sees herself in every woman else | L2 |
And so she wears her error like a crown | M2 |
To blind the truth and me for her and her | X |
Hebes are they to hand ambrosia mix | L2 |
The nectar but ah she whene'er she moves | L2 |
The Samian Her rises and she speaks | L2 |
A Memnon smitten with the morning Sun ' | - |
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So saying from the court we paced and gained | X2 |
The terrace ranged along the Northern front | X2 |
And leaning there on those balusters high | C2 |
Above the empurpled champaign drank the gale | C3 |
That blown about the foliage underneath | D3 |
And sated with the innumerable rose | L2 |
Beat balm upon our eyelids Hither came | S |
Cyril and yawning 'O hard task ' he cried | X2 |
'No fighting shadows here I forced a way | L |
Through opposition crabbed and gnarled | X2 |
Better to clear prime forests heave and thump | E3 |
A league of street in summer solstice down | M2 |
Than hammer at this reverend gentlewoman | M2 |
I knocked and bidden entered found her there | C |
At point to move and settled in her eyes | L2 |
The green malignant light of coming storm | O2 |
Sir I was courteous every phrase well oiled | X2 |
As man's could be yet maiden meek I prayed | X2 |
Concealment she demanded who we were | X |
And why we came I fabled nothing fair | C |
But your example pilot told her all | F3 |
Up went the hushed amaze of hand and eye | C2 |
But when I dwelt upon your old affiance | L2 |
She answered sharply that I talked astray | L |
I urged the fierce inscription on the gate | X2 |
And our three lives True we had limed ourselves | L2 |
With open eyes and we must take the chance | L2 |
But such extremes I told her well might harm | G3 |
The woman's cause Not more than now she said | X2 |
So puddled as it is with favouritism | G3 |
I tried the mother's heart Shame might befall | F3 |
Melissa knowing saying not she knew | W |
Her answer was Leave me to deal with that | X2 |
I spoke of war to come and many deaths | L2 |
And she replied her duty was to speak | B2 |
And duty duty clear of consequences | L2 |
I grew discouraged Sir but since I knew | W |
No rock so hard but that a little wave | H3 |
May beat admission in a thousand years | L2 |
I recommenced Decide not ere you pause | L2 |
I find you here but in the second place | L2 |
Some say the third the authentic foundress you | W |
I offer boldly we will seat you highest | X2 |
Wink at our advent help my prince to gain | M2 |
His rightful bride and here I promise you | W |
Some palace in our land where you shall reign | M2 |
The head and heart of all our fair she world | X2 |
And your great name flow on with broadening time | G3 |
For ever Well she balanced this a little | I3 |
And told me she would answer us today | L |
meantime be mute thus much nor more I gained ' | - |
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He ceasing came a message from the Head | X2 |
'That afternoon the Princess rode to take | Z |
The dip of certain strata to the North | J3 |
Would we go with her we should find the land | X2 |
Worth seeing and the river made a fall | F3 |
Out yonder ' then she pointed on to where | C |
A double hill ran up his furrowy forks | L2 |
Beyond the thick leaved platans of the vale | C3 |
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Agreed to this the day fled on through all | F3 |
Its range of duties to the appointed hour | X |
Then summoned to the porch we went She stood | X2 |
Among her maidens higher by the head | X2 |
Her back against a pillar her foot on one | M2 |
Of those tame leopards Kittenlike he rolled | X2 |
And pawed about her sandal I drew near | A3 |
I gazed On a sudden my strange seizure came | G3 |
Upon me the weird vision of our house | L2 |
The Princess Ida seemed a hollow show | K3 |
Her gay furred cats a painted fantasy | L2 |
Her college and her maidens empty masks | L2 |
And I myself the shadow of a dream | G3 |
For all things were and were not Yet I felt | X2 |
My heart beat thick with passion and with awe | L3 |
Then from my breast the involuntary sigh | C2 |
Brake as she smote me with the light of eyes | L2 |
That lent my knee desire to kneel and shook | M3 |
My pulses till to horse we got and so | K3 |
Went forth in long retinue following up | W2 |
The river as it narrowed to the hills | L2 |
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I rode beside her and to me she said | X2 |
'O friend we trust that you esteemed us not | X2 |
Too harsh to your companion yestermorn | M2 |
Unwillingly we spake ' 'No not to her ' | - |
I answered 'but to one of whom we spake | Z |
Your Highness might have seemed the thing you say ' | - |
'Again ' she cried 'are you ambassadresses | L2 |
From him to me we give you being strange | N3 |
A license speak and let the topic die ' | - |
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I stammered that I knew him could have wished | X2 |
'Our king expects was there no precontract | X2 |
There is no truer hearted ah you seem | G3 |
All he prefigured and he could not see | L2 |
The bird of passage flying south but longed | X2 |
To follow surely if your Highness keep | I |
Your purport you will shock him even to death | O3 |
Or baser courses children of despair ' | - |
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'Poor boy ' she said 'can he not read no books | L2 |
Quoit tennis ball no games nor deals in that | X2 |
Which men delight in martial exercise | L2 |
To nurse a blind ideal like a girl | P3 |
Methinks he seems no better than a girl | P3 |
As girls were once as we ourself have been | M2 |
We had our dreams perhaps he mixt with them | G3 |
We touch on our dead self nor shun to do it | X2 |
Being other since we learnt our meaning here | Q3 |
To lift the woman's fallen divinity | L2 |
Upon an even pedestal with man ' | - |
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She paused and added with a haughtier smile | R3 |
'And as to precontracts we move my friend | X2 |
At no man's beck but know ourself and thee | L2 |
O Vashti noble Vashti Summoned out | X2 |
She kept her state and left the drunken king | S3 |
To brawl at Shushan underneath the palms ' | - |
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'Alas your Highness breathes full East ' I said | X2 |
'On that which leans to you I know the Prince | L2 |
I prize his truth and then how vast a work | T3 |
To assail this gray pre minence of man | M2 |
You grant me license might I use it think | U3 |
Ere half be done perchance your life may fail | C3 |
Then comes the feebler heiress of your plan | M2 |
And takes and ruins all and thus your pains | L2 |
May only make that footprint upon sand | X2 |
Which old recurring waves of prejudice | L2 |
Resmooth to nothing might I dread that you | W |
With only Fame for spouse and your great deeds | L2 |
For issue yet may live in vain and miss | L2 |
Meanwhile what every woman counts her due | W |
Love children happiness ' | - |
And she exclaimed | X2 |
'Peace you young savage of the Northern wild | X2 |
What though your Prince's love were like a God's | L2 |
Have we not made ourself the sacrifice | L2 |
You are bold indeed we are not talked to thus | L2 |
Yet will we say for children would they grew | W |
Like field flowers everywhere we like them well | V3 |
But children die and let me tell you girl | P3 |
Howe'er you babble great deeds cannot die | X2 |
They with the sun and moon renew their light | X2 |
For ever blessing those that look on them | G3 |
Children that men may pluck them from our hearts | L2 |
Kill us with pity break us with ourselves | L2 |
O children there is nothing upon earth | W3 |
More miserable than she that has a son | M2 |
And sees him err nor would we work for fame | G3 |
Though she perhaps might reap the applause of Great | X2 |
Who earns the one POU STO whence after hands | L2 |
May move the world though she herself effect | X2 |
But little wherefore up and act nor shrink | U3 |
For fear our solid aim be dissipated | X2 |
By frail successors Would indeed we had been | M2 |
In lieu of many mortal flies a race | L2 |
Of giants living each a thousand years | L2 |
That we might see our own work out and watch | X3 |
The sandy footprint harden into stone ' | - |
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I answered nothing doubtful in myself | B3 |
If that strange Poet princess with her grand | X2 |
Imaginations might at all be won | M2 |
And she broke out interpreting my thoughts | L2 |
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'No doubt we seem a kind of monster to you | W |
We are used to that for women up till this | L2 |
Cramped under worse than South sea isle taboo | W |
Dwarfs of the gyn ceum fail so far | A |
In high desire they know not cannot guess | L2 |
How much their welfare is a passion to us | L2 |
If we could give them surer quicker proof | Y3 |
Oh if our end were less achievable | I3 |
By slow approaches than by single act | X2 |
Of immolation any phase of death | O3 |
We were as prompt to spring against the pikes | L2 |
Or down the fiery gulf as talk of it | X2 |
To compass our dear sisters' liberties ' | - |
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She bowed as if to veil a noble tear | C |
And up we came to where the river sloped | X2 |
To plunge in cataract shattering on black blocks | L2 |
A breadth of thunder O'er it shook the woods | L2 |
And danced the colour and below stuck out | X2 |
The bones of some vast bulk that lived and roared | X2 |
Before man was She gazed awhile and said | X2 |
'As these rude bones to us are we to her | X |
That will be ' 'Dare we dream of that ' I asked | X2 |
'Which wrought us as the workman and his work | T3 |
That practice betters ' 'How ' she cried 'you love | V |
The metaphysics read and earn our prize | L2 |
A golden brooch beneath an emerald plane | M2 |
Sits Diotima teaching him that died | X2 |
Of hemlock our device wrought to the life | Z3 |
She rapt upon her subject he on her | X |
For there are schools for all ' 'And yet' I said | X2 |
'Methinks I have not found among them all | F3 |
One anatomic ' 'Nay we thought of that ' | - |
She answered 'but it pleased us not in truth | V2 |
We shudder but to dream our maids should ape | A4 |
Those monstrous males that carve the living hound | X2 |
And cram him with the fragments of the grave | H3 |
Or in the dark dissolving human heart | X2 |
And holy secrets of this microcosm | G3 |
Dabbling a shameless hand with shameful jest | X2 |
Encarnalize their spirits yet we know | M2 |
Knowledge is knowledge and this matter hangs | L2 |
Howbeit ourself foreseeing casualty | X2 |
Nor willing men should come among us learnt | X2 |
For many weary moons before we came | G3 |
This craft of healing Were you sick ourself | B3 |
Would tend upon you To your question now | M2 |
Which touches on the workman and his work | T3 |
Let there be light and there was light 'tis so | M2 |
For was and is and will be are but is | L2 |
And all creation is one act at once | L2 |
The birth of light but we that are not all | F3 |
As parts can see but parts now this now that | X2 |
And live perforce from thought to thought and make | Z |
One act a phantom of succession thus | L2 |
Our weakness somehow shapes the shadow Time | G3 |
But in the shadow will we work and mould | X2 |
The woman to the fuller day ' | - |
She spake | Z |
With kindled eyes we rode a league beyond | X2 |
And o'er a bridge of pinewood crossing came | G3 |
On flowery levels underneath the crag | Z |
Full of all beauty 'O how sweet' I said | X2 |
For I was half oblivious of my mask | Z |
'To linger here with one that loved us ' 'Yea ' | - |
She answered 'or with fair philosophies | L2 |
That lift the fancy for indeed these fields | L2 |
Are lovely lovelier not the Elysian lawns | L2 |
Where paced the Demigods of old and saw | L2 |
The soft white vapour streak the crown d towers | L2 |
Built to the Sun ' then turning to her maids | L2 |
'Pitch our pavilion here upon the sward | X2 |
Lay out the viands ' At the word they raised | X2 |
A tent of satin elaborately wrought | X2 |
With fair Corinna's triumph here she stood | X2 |
Engirt with many a florid maiden cheek | Z |
The woman conqueror woman conquered there | C |
The bearded Victor of ten thousand hymns | L2 |
And all the men mourned at his side but we | X2 |
Set forth to climb then climbing Cyril kept | X2 |
With Psyche with Melissa Florian I | X2 |
With mine affianced Many a little hand | X2 |
Glanced like a touch of sunshine on the rocks | L2 |
Many a light foot shone like a jewel set | X2 |
In the dark crag and then we turned we wound | X2 |
About the cliffs the copses out and in | M2 |
Hammering and clinking chattering stony names | L2 |
Of shales and hornblende rag and trap and tuff | B4 |
Amygdaloid and trachyte till the Sun | M2 |
Grew broader toward his death and fell and all | F3 |
The rosy heights came out above the lawns | L2 |
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The splendour falls on castle walls | L2 |
And snowy summits old in story | X2 |
The long light shakes across the lakes | L2 |
And the wild cataract leaps in glory | X2 |
Blow bugle blow set the wild echoes flying | Z |
Blow bugle answer echoes dying dying dying | Z |
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O hark O hear how thin and clear | A3 |
And thinner clearer farther going | Z |
O sweet and far from cliff and scar | A |
The horns of Elfland faintly blowing | Z |
Blow let us hear the purple glens replying | Z |
Blow bugle answer echoes dying dying dying | Z |
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O love they die in yon rich sky | X2 |
They faint on hill or field or river | X |
Our echoes roll from soul to soul | C4 |
And grow for ever and for ever | X |
Blow bugle blow set the wild echoes flying | Z |
And answer echoes answer dying dying dying | Z |
Alfred Lord Tennyson
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