Blessed Among Women --to The Signora Cairoli Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: AABCCBDD EEFGGFHH IJKLMKNN OOEPPEQQ RRSQQSTT UVWXXWNN YYBHHBZZ WWA2QQA2B2B2 KKHKKHC2C2 AAD2OOD2A2A2 KKE2F2F2F2BB F2F2F2A2A2F2A2A2 A2A2KA2A2KF2F2 G2G2F2F2F2F2H2H2 A2A2I2F2F2I2J2J2 KKHK2QHHH A2A2A2L2L2A2HH F2F2M2F2F2M2A2A2 F2F2A2N2N2A2F2F2 OOF2HHF2JI A2A2QKKQF2F2| Blessed was she that bare | A |
| Hidden in flesh most fair | A |
| For all men's sake the likeness of all love | B |
| Holy that virgin's womb | C |
| The old record saith on whom | C |
| The glory of God alighted as a dove | B |
| Blessed who brought to gracious birth | D |
| The sweet souled Saviour of a man tormented earth | D |
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| But four times art thou blest | E |
| At whose most holy breast | E |
| Four times a godlike soldier saviour hung | F |
| And thence a fourfold Christ | G |
| Given to be sacrificed | G |
| To the same cross as the same bosom clung | F |
| Poured the same blood to leave the same | H |
| Light on the many folded mountain skirts of fame | H |
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| Shall they and thou not live | I |
| The children thou didst give | J |
| Forth of thine hands a godlike gift to death | K |
| Through fire of death to pass | L |
| For her high sake that was | M |
| Thine and their mother that gave all you breath | K |
| Shall ye not live till time drop dead | N |
| O mother and each her children's consecrated head | N |
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| Many brought gifts to take | O |
| For her love's supreme sake | O |
| Life and life's love pleasure and praise and rest | E |
| And went forth bare but thou | P |
| So much once richer and now | P |
| Poorer than all these more than these be blest | E |
| Poorer so much by so much given | Q |
| Than who gives earth for heaven's sake not for earth's sake heaven | Q |
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| Somewhat could each soul save | R |
| What thing soever it gave | R |
| But thine mother what has thy soul kept back | S |
| None of thine all not one | Q |
| To serve thee and be thy son | Q |
| Feed with love all thy days lest one day lack | S |
| All thy whole life's love thine heart's whole | T |
| Thou hast given as who gives gladly O thou the supreme soul | T |
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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 | N |
| Now open again to feed on dust among the dead | N |
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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 | B |
| And years that bring to tame | H |
| Now the wild falcon fame | H |
| Now to stroke smooth the dove white breast of love | B |
| 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 | Q |
| New born a nursing son | Q |
| 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 | K |
| Saying Italy but saith | K |
| In that most sovereign word thine equal name | H |
| Nor can one speak of thee | K |
| But he saith Italy | K |
| Seeing in two suns one co eternal flame | H |
| 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 | A |
| And incense of men's air | A |
| Thy place is higher than where such voices rise | D2 |
| As in men's temples make | O |
| Music for some vain sake | O |
| 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 | K |
| And with man's whole soul's strength | K |
| 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 | B |
| With the air of benediction and the heaven of love | B |
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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 | K |
| When the old night's womb is great | A2 |
| With young stars passionate | A2 |
| And fair new planets fiery fresh from birth | K |
| 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 | I2 |
| Seeing from his storied skies | F2 |
| In what new reverent wise | F2 |
| Thee Rome's most highest her sovereign daughters hail | I2 |
| Thee Portia thee Veturia grey | J2 |
| Thee Arria thee Cornelia Roman more than they | J2 |
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| Even all these as all we | K |
| Subdue themselves to thee | K |
| Bow their heads haloed quench their fiery fame | H |
| Seen through dim years divine | K2 |
| Their faint lights feminine | Q |
| Sink then spring up rekindled from thy flame | H |
| Fade then reflower and reillume | H |
| From thy fresh spring their wintering age with new blown bloom | H |
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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 | L2 |
| All tremble toward thee and yearn | L2 |
| To melt in thine their consummated light | A2 |
| Till from day's Capitolian dome | H |
| One glory of many glories lighten upon Rome | H |
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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 | M2 |
| But you with sweet shut eyes | F2 |
| Heart hidden memories | F2 |
| Dreams and dumb thoughts that keep what things have been | M2 |
| 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 | N2 |
| And where the sunset star | N2 |
| 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 | O |
| For the soul's living sake | O |
| This raiment of dead things of shadow and trance | F2 |
| That give us chance and time | H |
| Wherein to aspire and climb | H |
| And set our life's work higher than time or chance | F2 |
| The old sacred elements that give | J |
| The breath of life to days that die to deeds that live | I |
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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 | Q |
| And mix thy reverent breath | K |
| With holier air of death | K |
| At the high feast of sorrow a guest unbidden | Q |
| 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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