Joyeuse Garde Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

Rhyme Scheme: ABABCDCECEFEFGFGHGIC ICJCJCJCKCKLKLMNMGMG OGPQOQRQRCRCCCCSGSTS U TVTVWVXCXCYCY

The sun was heavy no more shade at allA
Than you might cover with a hollow cupB
There was in the south chamber wall by wallA
Slowly the hot noon filled the castle upB
One hand among the rushes one let playC
Where the loose gold began to swerve and droopD
From his fair mantle to the floor she layC
Her face held up a little for delightE
To feel his eyes upon it one would sayC
Her grave shut lips were glad to be in sightE
Of Tristram's kisses she had often turnedF
Against her shifted pillows in the nightE
To lessen the sore pain wherein they burnedF
For want of Tristram her great eyes had grownG
Less keen and sudden and a hunger yearnedF
Her sick face through these wretched years agoneG
Her eyes said Tristram now but her lips heldH
The joy too close for any smile or moanG
To move them she was patiently fulfilledI
With a slow pleasure that slid everwiseC
Even into hands and feet but could not buildI
The house of its abiding in her eyesC
Nor measure any music by her speechJ
Between the sunlight came a noise of fliesC
To pain sleep from her thick from peach to peachJ
Upon the bare wall's hot red level closeC
Among the leaves too high for her to reachJ
So she drew in and set her feet and roseC
Saying Too late to sleep I pray you speakK
To save me from the noises lest I loseC
Some minute of this season I am weakK
And cannot answer if you help me notL
When the shame catches on my brow and cheekK
For in the speaking all her face grew hotL
And her mouth altered with some pain I deemM
Because her word had stung like a bad thoughtN
That makes us recollect some bitter dreamM
She bowed to let him kiss her and went onG
All things are changed so will this day not seemM
Most sad and evil when I sit aloneG
Outside your eyes will it not vex my prayerO
To think of laughter that is twin to moanG
And happy words that make not holierP
Nathless I had good will to say one thingQ
Though it seems pleasant in the late warm airO
To ride alone and see the last of springQ
I cannot lose you Tristram a weak smileR
Moved her lips and went out men say the kingQ
Hath set keen spies about for many a mileR
Quick hands to get them gold sharp eyes to seeC
Where your way swerves across them This long whileR
Hath Mark grown older with his hate of meC
And now his hand for lust to smite at usC
Plucks the white hairs inside his beard that heC
This year made thicker Seeing this he doesC
I pray you note that we may meet with himS
At riding through the branches growth and thenG
Our wine grow bitter at the golden rimS
And taste of blood and tears not sweet to drinkT
As this new honey wherein juices swimS
Of fair red vintageU
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Her voice done I thinkT
He had no heart to answer yet some timeV
The noon outside them seem to throb and sinkT
Wrought in the quiet to a rounded rhymeV
Then certes said he this were harm to bothW
If spears grew thick between the beech and limeV
Or amid reeds that let the river southX
Yet so I think you might get help of meC
Had I not heart to smile when Iseult's mouthX
Kissed Palomydes under a thick treeC
For I remember as the wind sets lowY
How all that peril ended quietlyC
In a green place where heavy sunflowers blowY

Algernon Charles Swinburne



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