Blessed Among Women Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: A BBCDDCEE FFGHHGII JKLMNLOO PPFQQFRR SSTRRTAA UVWXXWOO YYCIICZZ WWA2RRA2B2B2 LLILLIC2C2 BBD2PPD2A2A2 LLE2F2F2F2CC F2F2F2A2A2F2A2A2 A2A2LA2A2LF2F2 G2G2F2F2F2F2H2H2 A2A2AF2F2AI2I2 LLIJ2RIII A2A2A2K2K2A2II F2F2L2F2F2L2A2A2 F2F2A2M2M2A2F2F2 PPF2IIF2KJ A2A2RLLRF2F2To the Signora Cairoli | A |
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Blessed was she that bare | B |
Hidden in flesh most fair | B |
For all men's sake the likeness of all love | C |
Holy that virgin's womb | D |
The old record saith on whom | D |
The glory of God alighted as a dove | C |
Blessed who brought to gracious birth | E |
The sweet souled Saviour of a man tormented earth | E |
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But four times art thou blest | F |
At whose most holy breast | F |
Four times a godlike soldier saviour hung | G |
And thence a fourfold Christ | H |
Given to be sacrificed | H |
To the same cross as the same bosom clung | G |
Poured the same blood to leave the same | I |
Light on the many folded mountain skirts of fame | I |
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Shall they and thou not live | J |
The children thou didst give | K |
Forth of thine hands a godlike gift to death | L |
Through fire of death to pass | M |
For her high sake that was | N |
Thine and their mother that gave all you breath | L |
Shall ye not live till time drop dead | O |
O mother and each her children's consecrated head | O |
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Many brought gifts to take | P |
For her love's supreme sake | P |
Life and life's love pleasure and praise and rest | F |
And went forth bare but thou | Q |
So much once richer and now | Q |
Poorer than all these more than these be blest | F |
Poorer so much by so much given | R |
Than who gives earth for heaven's sake not for earth's sake heaven | R |
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Somewhat could each soul save | S |
What thing soever it gave | S |
But thine mother what has thy soul kept back | T |
None of thine all not one | R |
To serve thee and be thy son | R |
Feed with love all thy days lest one day lack | T |
All thy whole life's love thine heart's whole | A |
Thou hast given as who gives gladly O thou the supreme soul | A |
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The heart's pure flesh and blood | U |
The heaven thy motherhood | V |
The live lips the live eyes that lived on thee | W |
The hands that clove with sweet | X |
Blind clutch to thine the feet | X |
That felt on earth their first way to thy knee | W |
The little laughter of mouths milk fed | O |
Now open again to feed on dust among the dead | O |
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The fair strong young men's strength | Y |
Light of life days and length | Y |
And glory of earth seen under and stars above | C |
And years that bring to tame | I |
Now the wild falcon fame | I |
Now to stroke smooth the dove white breast of love | C |
The life unlived the unsown seeds | Z |
Suns unbeholden songs unsung and undone deeds | Z |
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Therefore shall man's love be | W |
As an own son to thee | W |
And the world's worship of thee for a child | A2 |
All thine own land as one | R |
New born a nursing son | R |
All thine own people a new birth undefiled | A2 |
And all the unborn Italian time | B2 |
And all its glory and all its works thy seed sublime | B2 |
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That henceforth no man's breath | L |
Saying Italy but saith | L |
In that most sovereign word thine equal name | I |
Nor can one speak of thee | L |
But he saith Italy | L |
Seeing in two suns one co eternal flame | I |
One heat one heaven one heart one fire | C2 |
One light one love one benediction one desire | C2 |
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Blest above praise and prayer | B |
And incense of men's air | B |
Thy place is higher than where such voices rise | D2 |
As in men's temples make | P |
Music for some vain sake | P |
This God's or that God's in one weary wise | D2 |
Thee the soul silent the shut heart | A2 |
The locked lips of the spirit praise thee that thou art | A2 |
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Yea for man's whole life's length | L |
And with man's whole soul's strength | L |
We praise thee O holy and bless thee O mother of lights | E2 |
And send forth as on wings | F2 |
The world's heart's thanksgivings | F2 |
Song birds to sing thy days through and thy nights | F2 |
And wrap thee around and arch thee above | C |
With the air of benediction and the heaven of love | C |
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And toward thee our unbreathed words | F2 |
Fly speechless winged as birds | F2 |
As the Indian flock children of Paradise | F2 |
The winged things without feet | A2 |
Fed with God's dew for meat | A2 |
That live in the air and light of the utter skies | F2 |
So fleet so flying a footless flight | A2 |
With wings for feet love seeks thee to partake thy sight | A2 |
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Love like a clear sky spread | A2 |
Bends over thy loved head | A2 |
As a new heaven bends over a new born earth | L |
When the old night's womb is great | A2 |
With young stars passionate | A2 |
And fair new planets fiery fresh from birth | L |
And moon white here there hot like Mars | F2 |
Souls that are worlds shine on thee spirits that are stars | F2 |
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Till the whole sky burns through | G2 |
With heaven's own heart deep hue | G2 |
With passion coloured glories of lit souls | F2 |
And thine above all names | F2 |
Writ highest with lettering flames | F2 |
Lightens and all the old starriest aureoles | F2 |
And all the old holiest memories wane | H2 |
And the old names of love's chosen found in thy sight vain | H2 |
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And crowned heads are discrowned | A2 |
And stars sink without sound | A2 |
And love's self for thy love's sake waxes pale | A |
Seeing from his storied skies | F2 |
In what new reverent wise | F2 |
Thee Rome's most highest her sovereign daughters hail | A |
Thee Portia thee Veturia grey | I2 |
Thee Arria thee Cornelia Roman more than they | I2 |
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Even all these as all we | L |
Subdue themselves to thee | L |
Bow their heads haloed quench their fiery fame | I |
Seen through dim years divine | J2 |
Their faint lights feminine | R |
Sink then spring up rekindled from thy flame | I |
Fade then reflower and reillume | I |
From thy fresh spring their wintering age with new blown bloom | I |
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To thy much holier head | A2 |
Even theirs the holy and dead | A2 |
Bow themselves each one from her heavenward height | A2 |
Each in her shining turn | K2 |
All tremble toward thee and yearn | K2 |
To melt in thine their consummated light | A2 |
Till from day's Capitolian dome | I |
One glory of many glories lighten upon Rome | I |
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Hush thyself song and cease | F2 |
Close lips and hold your peace | F2 |
What help hast thou what part have ye herein | L2 |
But you with sweet shut eyes | F2 |
Heart hidden memories | F2 |
Dreams and dumb thoughts that keep what things have been | L2 |
Silent and pure of all words said | A2 |
Praise without song the living without dirge the dead | A2 |
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Thou strengthless in these things | F2 |
Song fold thy feebler wings | F2 |
And as a pilgrim go forth girt and shod | A2 |
And where the new graves are | M2 |
And where the sunset star | M2 |
To the pure spirit of man that men call God | A2 |
To the high soul of things that is | F2 |
Made of men's heavenlier hopes and mightier memories | F2 |
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To the elements that make | P |
For the soul's living sake | P |
This raiment of dead things of shadow and trance | F2 |
That give us chance and time | I |
Wherein to aspire and climb | I |
And set our life's work higher than time or chance | F2 |
The old sacred elements that give | K |
The breath of life to days that die to deeds that live | J |
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To them veiled gods and great | A2 |
There bow thee and dedicate | A2 |
The speechless spirit in these thy weak words hidden | R |
And mix thy reverent breath | L |
With holier air of death | L |
At the high feast of sorrow a guest unbidden | R |
Till with divine triumphal tears | F2 |
Thou fill men's eyes who listen with a heart that hears | F2 |
Algernon Charles Swinburne
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