Ave Atque Vale (in Memory Of Charles Baudelaire) Poem Rhyme Scheme

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SHALL I strew on thee rose or rue or laurel	A
nbsp nbsp nbsp Brother on this that was the veil of thee	B
nbsp nbsp nbsp Or quiet sea flower moulded by the sea	B
Or simplest growth of meadow sweet or sorrel	A
nbsp nbsp nbsp Such as the summer sleepy Dryads weave	C
nbsp nbsp nbsp Waked up by snow soft sudden rains at eve	C
Or wilt thou rather as on earth before	D
nbsp nbsp nbsp Half faded fiery blossoms pale with heat	E
nbsp nbsp nbsp And full of bitter summer but more sweet	E
To thee than gleanings of a northern shore	D
nbsp nbsp nbsp Trod by no tropic feet	E
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For always thee the fervid languid glories	F
nbsp nbsp nbsp Allured of heavier suns in mightier skies	G
nbsp nbsp nbsp Thine ears knew all the wandering watery sighs	G
Where the sea sobs round Lesbian promontories	G
nbsp nbsp nbsp The barren kiss of piteous wave to wave	H
nbsp nbsp nbsp That knows not where is that Leucadian grave	H
Which hides too deep the supreme head of song	I
nbsp nbsp nbsp Ah salt and sterile as her kisses were	J
nbsp nbsp nbsp The wild sea winds her and the green gulfs bear	K
Hither and thither and vex and work her wrong	I
nbsp nbsp nbsp Blind gods that cannot spare	K
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Thou sawest in thine old singing season brother	J
nbsp nbsp nbsp Secrets and sorrows unbeheld of us	G
nbsp nbsp nbsp Fierce loves and lovely leaf buds poisonous	G
Bare to thy subtler eye but for none other	J
nbsp nbsp nbsp Blowing by night in some unbreathed in clime	L
nbsp nbsp nbsp The hidden harvest of luxurious time	L
Sin without shape and pleasure without speech	M
nbsp nbsp nbsp And where strange dreams in a tumultuous sleep	N
nbsp nbsp nbsp Make the shut eyes of stricken spirits weep	N
And with each face thou sawest the shadow on each	M
nbsp nbsp nbsp Seeing as men sow men reap	N
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O sleepless heart and sombre soul unsleeping	I
nbsp nbsp nbsp That were athirst for sleep and no more life	O
nbsp nbsp nbsp And no more love for peace and no more strife	O
Now the dim gods of death have in their keeping	I
nbsp nbsp nbsp Spirit and body and all the springs of song	I
nbsp nbsp nbsp Is it well now where love can do no wrong	I
Where stingless pleasure has no foam or fang	I
nbsp nbsp nbsp Behind the unopening closure of her lips	G
nbsp nbsp nbsp Is it not well where soul from body slips	G
And flesh from bone divides without a pang	I
nbsp nbsp nbsp As dew from flower bell drips	G
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It is enough the end and the beginning	I
nbsp nbsp nbsp Are one thing to thee who art past the end	P
nbsp nbsp nbsp O hand unclasp'd of unbeholden friend	P
For thee no fruits to pluck no palms for winning	I
nbsp nbsp nbsp No triumph and no labour and no lust	Q
nbsp nbsp nbsp Only dead yew leaves and a little dust	Q
O quiet eyes wherein the light saith naught	R
nbsp nbsp nbsp Whereto the day is dumb nor any night	S
nbsp nbsp nbsp With obscure finger silences your sight	S
Nor in your speech the sudden soul speaks thought	R
nbsp nbsp nbsp Sleep and have sleep for light	S
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Now all strange hours and all strange loves are over	J
nbsp nbsp nbsp Dreams and desires and sombre songs and sweet	E
nbsp nbsp nbsp Hast thou found place at the great knees and feet	E
Of some pale Titan woman like a lover	J
nbsp nbsp nbsp Such as thy vision here solicited	T
nbsp nbsp nbsp Under the shadow of her fair vast head	U
The deep division of prodigious breasts	G
nbsp nbsp nbsp The solemn slope of mighty limbs asleep	N
nbsp nbsp nbsp The weight of awful tresses that still keep	N
The savour and shade of old world pine forests	G
nbsp nbsp nbsp Where the wet hill winds weep	N
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Hast thou found any likeness for thy vision	V
nbsp nbsp nbsp O gardener of strange flowers what bud what bloom	L
nbsp nbsp nbsp Hast thou found sown what gather'd in the gloom	L
What of despair of rapture of derision	V
nbsp nbsp nbsp What of life is there what of ill or good	W
nbsp nbsp nbsp Are the fruits gray like dust or bright like blood	X
Does the dim ground grow any seed of ours	G
nbsp nbsp nbsp The faint fields quicken any terrene root	Y
nbsp nbsp nbsp In low lands where the sun and moon are mute	Y
And all the stars keep silence Are there flowers	G
nbsp nbsp nbsp At all or any fruit	Y
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Alas but though my flying song flies after	J
nbsp nbsp nbsp O sweet strange elder singer thy more fleet	E
nbsp nbsp nbsp Singing and footprints of thy fleeter feet	E
Some dim derision of mysterious laughter	J
nbsp nbsp nbsp From the blind tongueless warders of the dead	U
nbsp nbsp nbsp Some gainless glimpse of Proserpine's veil'd head	U
Some little sound of unregarded tears	G
nbsp nbsp nbsp Wept by effaced unprofitable eyes	G
nbsp nbsp nbsp And from pale mouths some cadence of dead sighs	G
These only these the hearkening spirit hears	G
nbsp nbsp nbsp Sees only such things rise	G
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Thou art far too far for wings of words to follow	Z
nbsp nbsp nbsp Far too far off for thought or any prayer	K
nbsp nbsp nbsp What ails us with thee who art wind and air	K
What ails us gazing where all seen is hollow	Z
nbsp nbsp nbsp Yet with some fancy yet with some desire	J
nbsp nbsp nbsp Dreams pursue death as winds a flying fire	J
Our dreams pursue our dead and do not find	A2
nbsp nbsp nbsp Still and more swift than they the thin flame flies	G
nbsp nbsp nbsp The low light fails us in elusive skies	G
Still the foil'd earnest ear is deaf and blind	A2
nbsp nbsp nbsp Are still the eluded eyes	G
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Not thee O never thee in all time's changes	G
nbsp nbsp nbsp Not thee but this the sound of thy sad soul	B2
nbsp nbsp nbsp The shadow of thy swift spirit this shut scroll	B2
I lay my hand on and not death estranges	G
nbsp nbsp nbsp My spirit from communion of thy song	I
nbsp nbsp nbsp These memories and these melodies that throng	I
Veil'd porches of a Muse funereal	B2
nbsp nbsp nbsp These I salute these touch these clasp and fold	C2
nbsp nbsp nbsp As though a hand were in my hand to hold	C2
Or through mine ears a mourning musical	B2
nbsp nbsp nbsp Of many mourners roll'd	C2
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I among these I also in such station	V
nbsp nbsp nbsp As when the pyre was charr'd and piled the sods	G
nbsp nbsp nbsp And offering to the dead made and their gods	G
The old mourners had standing to make libation	V
nbsp nbsp nbsp I stand and to the Gods and to the dead	U
nbsp nbsp nbsp Do reverence without prayer or praise and shed	U
Offering to these unknown the gods of gloom	L
nbsp nbsp nbsp And what of honey and spice my seed lands bear	K
nbsp nbsp nbsp And what I may of fruits in this chill'd air	K
And lay Orestes like across the tomb	L
nbsp nbsp nbsp A curl of sever'd hair	K
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But by no hand nor any treason stricken	V
nbsp nbsp nbsp Not like the low lying head of Him the King	I
nbsp nbsp nbsp The flame that made of Troy a ruinous thing	I
Thou liest and on this dust no tears could quicken	V
nbsp nbsp nbsp There fall no tears like theirs that all men hear	D2
nbsp nbsp nbsp Fall tear by sweet imperishable tear	K
Down the opening leaves of holy poets' pages	G
nbsp nbsp nbsp Thee not Orestes not Electra mourns	G
nbsp nbsp nbsp But bending us ward with memorial urns	G
The most high Muses that fulfil all ages	G
nbsp nbsp nbsp Weep and our God's heart yearns	G
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For sparing of his sacred strength not often	V
nbsp nbsp nbsp Among us darkling here the lord of light	S
nbsp nbsp nbsp Makes manifest his music and his might	S
In hearts that open and in lips that soften	V
nbsp nbsp nbsp With the soft flame and heat of songs that shine	V
nbsp nbsp nbsp Thy lips indeed he touch'd with bitter wine	V
And nourish'd them indeed with bitter bread	U
nbsp nbsp nbsp Yet surely from his hand thy soul's food came	L
nbsp nbsp nbsp The fire that scarr'd thy spirit at his flame	L
Was lighted and thine hungering heart he fed	U
nbsp nbsp nbsp Who feeds our hearts with fame	L
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Therefore he too now at thy soul's sunsetting	I
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Algernon Charles Swinburne

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