The Princess (part Iii) Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABCDEF GHIJKL MNOPQRSTUVWXYZA2B2C2 D2WE2F2G2H2I2J2K2L2M 2N2WENO2P2C2 CLM2B2L2M2L2Q2 R2S2 WXT2XL2U2L2V2W2X2WX2 X2I2L2VX2X2X2 XY2X2M2Z2X2 M2C2A3L2B3M2L2M2XL2L 2L2 X2X2C2C3D3L2SX2LX2E3 M2M2CL2O2X2X2XCF3C2L 2LX2L2L2G3X2G3F3WX2L 2B2L2WH3L2L2L2WX2M2W M2X2G3I3L X2ZJ3X2F3CL2C3 F3XX2X2M2X2A3G3L2K3L 2L2G3X2L3C2L2M3K3W2L 2 X2X2M2 Z L2N3 X2X2G3L2X2IO3 L2X2L2P3P3M2G3X2Q3L2 R3X2L2X2S3 X2L2T3M2U3C3M2L2X2L2 WL2L2W X2X2L2L2L2WV3P3X2X2G 3L2L2W3M2G3X2L2X2U3X 2M2L2L2X3 B3X2M2L2 WL2WAL2L2Y3I3X2O3L2X 2 CX2L2L2X2X2X2XX2T3VL 2M2X2Z3XX2F3 V2A4X2H3X2G3X2M2L2X2 X2G3B3M2T3M2L2L2F3X2 ZL2G3X2 ZX2G3ZX2Z L2L2L2L2L2L2X2X2X2X2 ZCL2X2X2X2X2L2X2X2M2 L2B4M2F3L2 L2X2L2X2ZZ A3ZAZZZ X2XC4XZZ| Morn in the wake of the morning star | A |
| 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 |
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