Blessed Among Women Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

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To the Signora CairoliA
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Blessed was she that bareB
Hidden in flesh most fairB
For all men's sake the likeness of all loveC
Holy that virgin's wombD
The old record saith on whomD
The glory of God alighted as a doveC
Blessed who brought to gracious birthE
The sweet souled Saviour of a man tormented earthE
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But four times art thou blestF
At whose most holy breastF
Four times a godlike soldier saviour hungG
And thence a fourfold ChristH
Given to be sacrificedH
To the same cross as the same bosom clungG
Poured the same blood to leave the sameI
Light on the many folded mountain skirts of fameI
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Shall they and thou not liveJ
The children thou didst giveK
Forth of thine hands a godlike gift to deathL
Through fire of death to passM
For her high sake that wasN
Thine and their mother that gave all you breathL
Shall ye not live till time drop deadO
O mother and each her children's consecrated headO
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Many brought gifts to takeP
For her love's supreme sakeP
Life and life's love pleasure and praise and restF
And went forth bare but thouQ
So much once richer and nowQ
Poorer than all these more than these be blestF
Poorer so much by so much givenR
Than who gives earth for heaven's sake not for earth's sake heavenR
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Somewhat could each soul saveS
What thing soever it gaveS
But thine mother what has thy soul kept backT
None of thine all not oneR
To serve thee and be thy sonR
Feed with love all thy days lest one day lackT
All thy whole life's love thine heart's wholeA
Thou hast given as who gives gladly O thou the supreme soulA
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The heart's pure flesh and bloodU
The heaven thy motherhoodV
The live lips the live eyes that lived on theeW
The hands that clove with sweetX
Blind clutch to thine the feetX
That felt on earth their first way to thy kneeW
The little laughter of mouths milk fedO
Now open again to feed on dust among the deadO
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The fair strong young men's strengthY
Light of life days and lengthY
And glory of earth seen under and stars aboveC
And years that bring to tameI
Now the wild falcon fameI
Now to stroke smooth the dove white breast of loveC
The life unlived the unsown seedsZ
Suns unbeholden songs unsung and undone deedsZ
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Therefore shall man's love beW
As an own son to theeW
And the world's worship of thee for a childA2
All thine own land as oneR
New born a nursing sonR
All thine own people a new birth undefiledA2
And all the unborn Italian timeB2
And all its glory and all its works thy seed sublimeB2
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That henceforth no man's breathL
Saying Italy but saithL
In that most sovereign word thine equal nameI
Nor can one speak of theeL
But he saith ItalyL
Seeing in two suns one co eternal flameI
One heat one heaven one heart one fireC2
One light one love one benediction one desireC2
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Blest above praise and prayerB
And incense of men's airB
Thy place is higher than where such voices riseD2
As in men's temples makeP
Music for some vain sakeP
This God's or that God's in one weary wiseD2
Thee the soul silent the shut heartA2
The locked lips of the spirit praise thee that thou artA2
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Yea for man's whole life's lengthL
And with man's whole soul's strengthL
We praise thee O holy and bless thee O mother of lightsE2
And send forth as on wingsF2
The world's heart's thanksgivingsF2
Song birds to sing thy days through and thy nightsF2
And wrap thee around and arch thee aboveC
With the air of benediction and the heaven of loveC
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And toward thee our unbreathed wordsF2
Fly speechless winged as birdsF2
As the Indian flock children of ParadiseF2
The winged things without feetA2
Fed with God's dew for meatA2
That live in the air and light of the utter skiesF2
So fleet so flying a footless flightA2
With wings for feet love seeks thee to partake thy sightA2
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Love like a clear sky spreadA2
Bends over thy loved headA2
As a new heaven bends over a new born earthL
When the old night's womb is greatA2
With young stars passionateA2
And fair new planets fiery fresh from birthL
And moon white here there hot like MarsF2
Souls that are worlds shine on thee spirits that are starsF2
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Till the whole sky burns throughG2
With heaven's own heart deep hueG2
With passion coloured glories of lit soulsF2
And thine above all namesF2
Writ highest with lettering flamesF2
Lightens and all the old starriest aureolesF2
And all the old holiest memories waneH2
And the old names of love's chosen found in thy sight vainH2
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And crowned heads are discrownedA2
And stars sink without soundA2
And love's self for thy love's sake waxes paleA
Seeing from his storied skiesF2
In what new reverent wiseF2
Thee Rome's most highest her sovereign daughters hailA
Thee Portia thee Veturia greyI2
Thee Arria thee Cornelia Roman more than theyI2
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Even all these as all weL
Subdue themselves to theeL
Bow their heads haloed quench their fiery fameI
Seen through dim years divineJ2
Their faint lights feminineR
Sink then spring up rekindled from thy flameI
Fade then reflower and reillumeI
From thy fresh spring their wintering age with new blown bloomI
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To thy much holier headA2
Even theirs the holy and deadA2
Bow themselves each one from her heavenward heightA2
Each in her shining turnK2
All tremble toward thee and yearnK2
To melt in thine their consummated lightA2
Till from day's Capitolian domeI
One glory of many glories lighten upon RomeI
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Hush thyself song and ceaseF2
Close lips and hold your peaceF2
What help hast thou what part have ye hereinL2
But you with sweet shut eyesF2
Heart hidden memoriesF2
Dreams and dumb thoughts that keep what things have beenL2
Silent and pure of all words saidA2
Praise without song the living without dirge the deadA2
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Thou strengthless in these thingsF2
Song fold thy feebler wingsF2
And as a pilgrim go forth girt and shodA2
And where the new graves areM2
And where the sunset starM2
To the pure spirit of man that men call GodA2
To the high soul of things that isF2
Made of men's heavenlier hopes and mightier memoriesF2
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To the elements that makeP
For the soul's living sakeP
This raiment of dead things of shadow and tranceF2
That give us chance and timeI
Wherein to aspire and climbI
And set our life's work higher than time or chanceF2
The old sacred elements that giveK
The breath of life to days that die to deeds that liveJ
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To them veiled gods and greatA2
There bow thee and dedicateA2
The speechless spirit in these thy weak words hiddenR
And mix thy reverent breathL
With holier air of deathL
At the high feast of sorrow a guest unbiddenR
Till with divine triumphal tearsF2
Thou fill men's eyes who listen with a heart that hearsF2

Algernon Charles Swinburne



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