Tristram Of Lyonesse - Vi - Joyous Gard Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

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A little time O Love a little light	A
A little hour for ease before the night	A
Sweet Love that art so bitter foolish Love	B
Whom wise men know for wiser and thy dove	B
More subtle than the serpent for thy sake	C
These pray thee for a little beam to break	C
A little grace to help them lest men think	D
Thy servants have but hours like tears to drink	D
O Love a little comfort lest they fear	E
To serve as these have served thee who stand here	F
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For these are thine thy servants these that stand	G
Here nigh the limit of the wild north land	G
At margin of the grey great eastern sea	H
Dense islanded with peaks and reefs that see	H
No life but of the fleet wings fair and free	H
Which cleave the mist and sunlight all day long	I
With sleepless flight and cries more glad than song	I
Strange ways of life have led them hither here	F
To win fleet respite from desire and fear	E
With armistice from sorrow strange and sweet	J
Ways trodden by forlorn and casual feet	J
Till kindlier chance woke toward them kindly will	K
In happier hearts of lovers and their ill	K
Found rest as healing surely might it not	L
By gift and kingly grace of Launcelot	L
At gracious bidding given of Guenevere	E
For in the trembling twilight of this year	E
Ere April sprang from hope to certitude	M
Two hearts of friends fast linked had fallen at feud	M
As they rode forth on hawking by the sign	N
Which gave his new bride's brother Ganhardine	N
To know the truth of Tristram's dealing how	O
Faith kept of him against his marriage vow	O
Kept virginal his bride bed night and morn	N
Whereat as wroth his blood should suffer scorn	N
Came Ganhardine to Tristram saying Behold	P
We have loved thee and for love we have shown of old	P
Scorn hast thou shown us wherefore is thy bride	Q
Not thine indeed a stranger at thy side	Q
Contemned what evil hath she done to be	H
Mocked with mouth marriage and despised of thee	H
Shamed set at nought rejected But there came	R
On Tristram's brow and eye the shadow and flame	R
Confused of wrath and wonder ere he spake	C
Saying Hath she bid thee for thy sister's sake	C
Plead with me who believed of her in heart	S
More nobly than to deem such piteous part	S
Should find so fair a player or whence hast thou	O
Of us this knowledge Nay said he but now	O
Riding beneath these whitethorns overhead	T
There fell a flower into her girdlestead	T
Which laughing she shook out and smiling said	T
'Lo what large leave the wind hath given this stray	E
To lie more near my heart than till this day	E
Aught ever since my mother lulled me lay	E
Or even my lord came ever ' whence I wot	E
We are all thy scorn a race regarded not	E
Nor held as worth communion of thine own	N
Except in her be found some fault alone	N
To blemish our alliance Then replied	E
Tristram Nor blame nor scorn may touch my bride	E
Albeit unknown of love she live and be	H
Worth a man worthier than her love thought me	H
Faith only faith withheld me faith forbade	E
The blameless grace wherewith love's grace makes glad	E
All lives linked else in wedlock not that less	U
I loved the sweet light of her loveliness	U
But that my love toward faith was more and thou	O
Albeit thine heart be keen against me now	O
Couldst thou behold my very lady then	N
No more of thee than of all other men	N
Should this my faith be held a faithless fault	E
And ere that day their hawking came to halt	E
Being sore of him entreated for a sign	N
He sware to bring his brother Ganhardine	N
To sight of that strange Iseult and thereon	N
Forth soon for Cornwall are these brethren gone	N
Even to that royal pleasance where the hunt	E
Rang ever of old with Tristram's horn in front	E
Blithe as the queen's horse bounded at his side	E
And first of all her dames forth pranced in pride	E
That day before them with a ringing rein	N
All golden glad the king's false bride Brangwain	N
The queen's true handmaid ever and on her	E
Glancing Be called for all time truth teller	E
O Tristram of all true men's tongues alive	V
Quoth Ganhardine for may my soul so thrive	V
As yet mine eye drank never sight like this	U
Ay Tristram said and she thou look'st on is	U
So great in grace of goodliness that thou	O
Hast less thought left of wrath against me now	O
Seeing but my lady's handmaid Nay behold	E
See'st thou no light more golden than of gold	E
Shine where she moves in midst of all above	B
All past all price or praise or prayer of love	B
Lo this is she But as one mazed with wine	N
Stood stunned in spirit and stricken Ganhardine	N
And gazed out hard against them and his heart	E
As with a sword was cloven and rent apart	E
As with strong fangs of fire and scarce he spake	C
Saying how his life for even a handmaid's sake	C
Was made a flame within him And the knight	E
Bade him being known of none that stood in sight	E
Bear to Brangwain his ring that she unseen	N
Might give in token privily to the queen	N
And send swift word where under moon or sun	N
They twain might yet be no more twain but one	N
And that same night under the stars that rolled	E
Over their warm deep wildwood nights of old	E
Whose hours for grains of sand shed sparks of fire	E
Such way was made anew for their desire	E
By secret wile of sickness feigned to keep	W
The king far off her vigils or her sleep	W
That in the queen's pavilion midway set	E
By glimmering moondawn were those lovers met	E
And Ganhardine of Brangwain gat him grace	U
And in some passionate soft interspace	U
Between two swells of passion when their lips	U
Breathed and made room for such brief speech as slips	U
From tongues athirst with draughts of amorous wine	N
That leaves them thirstier than the salt sea's brine	N
Was counsel taken how to fly and where	E
Find covert from the wild world's ravening air	E
That hunts with storm the feet of nights and days	U
Through strange thwart lines of life and flowerless ways	U
Then said Iseult Lo now the chance is here	E
Foreshown me late by word of Guenevere	E
To give me comfort of thy rumoured wrong	I
My traitor Tristram when report was strong	I
Of me forsaken and thine heart estranged	E
Nor should her sweet soul toward me yet be changed	E
Nor all her love lie barren if mine hand	E
Crave harvest of it from the flowering land	E
See therefore if this counsel please thee not	E
That we take horse in haste for Camelot	E
And seek that friendship of her plighted troth	X
Which love shall be full fain to lend nor loth	Y
Shall my love be to take it So next night	E
The multitudinous stars laughed round their flight	E
Fulfilling far with laughter made of light	E
The encircling deeps of heaven and in brief space	U
At Camelot their long love gat them grace	U
Of those fair twain whose heads men's praise impearled	E
As love's two lordliest lovers in the world	E
And thence as guests for harbourage past they forth	Z
To win this noblest hold of all the north	Z
Far by wild ways and many days they rode	E
Till clear across June's kingliest sunset glowed	E
The great round girth of goodly wall that showed	E
Where for one clear sweet season's length should be	H
Their place of strength to rest in fain and free	H
By the utmost margin of the loud lone sea	H
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And now O Love what comfort God most high	A2
Whose life is as a flower's to live and die	A2
Whose light is everlasting Lord whose breath	B2
Speaks music through the deathless lips of death	B2
Whereto time's heart rings answer Bard whom time	C2
Hears and is vanquished with a wandering rhyme	C2
That once thy lips made fragrant Seer whose sooth	B2
Joy knows not well but sorrow knows for truth	B2
Being priestess of thy soothsayings Love what grace	U
Shall these twain find at last before thy face	U
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This many a year they have served thee and deserved	E
If ever man might yet of all that served	E
Since the first heartbeat bade the first man's knee	H
Bend and his mouth take music praising thee	H
Some comfort and some honey indeed of thine	N
Thou hast mixed for these with life's most bitter wine	N
Commending to their passionate lips a draught	E
No deadlier than thy chosen of old have quaffed	E
And blessed thine hand their cupbearer's for not	E
On all men comes the grace that seals their lot	E
As holier in thy sight for all these feuds	U
That rend it than the light souled multitude's	U
Nor thwarted of thine hand nor blessed but these	U
Shall see no twilight Love nor fade at ease	U
Grey grown and careless of desired delight	E
But lie down tired and sleep before the night	E
These shall not live till time or change may chill	K
Or doubt divide or shame subdue their will	K
Or fear or slow repentance work them wrong	I
Or love die first these shall not live so long	I
Death shall not take them drained of dear true life	D2
Already sick or stagnant from the strife	D2
Quenched not with dry drawn veins and lingering breath	B2
Shall these through crumbling hours crouch down to death	B2
Swift with one strong clean leap ere life's pulse tire	E
Most like the leap of lions or of fire	E
Sheer death shall bound upon them one pang past	E
The first keen sense of him shall be their last	E
Their last shall be no sense of any fear	E
More than their life had sense of anguish here	E
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Weeks and light months had fled at swallow's speed	E
Since here their first hour sowed for them the seed	E
Of many sweet as rest or hope could be	H
Since on the blown beach of a glad new sea	H
Wherein strange rocks like fighting men stand scarred	E
They saw the strength and help of Joyous Gard	E
Within the full deep glorious tower that stands	U
Between the wild sea and the broad wild lands	U
Love led and gave them quiet and they drew	E
Life like a God's life in each wind that blew	E
And took their rest and triumphed Day by day	E
The mighty moorlands and the sea walls grey	E
The brown bright waters of green fells that sing	E2
One song to rocks and flowers and birds on wing	E2
Beheld the joy and glory that they had	E
Passing and how the whole world made them glad	E
And their great love was mixed with all things great	E
As life being lovely and yet being strong like fate	E
For when the sun sprang on the sudden sea	H
Their eyes sprang eastward and the day to be	H
Was lit in them untimely such delight	E
They took yet of the clear cold breath and light	E
That goes before the morning and such grace	U
Was deathless in them through their whole life's space	U
As dies in many with their dawn that dies	U
And leaves in pulseless hearts and flameless eyes	U
No light to lighten and no tear to weep	W
For youth's high joy that time has cast on sleep	W
Yea this old grace and height of joy they had	E
To lose no jot of all that made them glad	E
And filled their springs of spirit with such fire	E
That all delight fed in them all desire	E
And no whit less than in their first keen prime	C2
The spring's breath blew through all their summer time	C2
And in their skies would sunlike Love confuse	U
Clear April colours with hot August hues	U
And in their hearts one light of sun and moon	N
Reigned and the morning died not of the noon	N
Such might of life was in them and so high	A2
Their heart of love rose higher than fate could fly	A2
And many a large delight of hawk and hound	E
The great glad land that knows no bourne or bound	E
Save the wind's own and the outer sea bank's gave	F2
Their days for comfort many a long blithe wave	F2
Buoyed their blithe bark between the bare bald rocks	U
Deep steep and still save for the swift free flocks	U
Unshepherded uncompassed unconfined	E
That when blown foam keeps all the loud air blind	E
Mix with the wind's their triumph and partake	C
The joy of blasts that ravin waves that break	C
All round and all below their mustering wings	U
A clanging cloud that round the cliff's edge clings	U
On each bleak bluff breaking the strenuous tides	U
That rings reverberate mirth when storm bestrides	U
The subject night in thunder many a noon	N
They took the moorland's or the bright sea's boon	N
With all their hearts into their spirit of sense	U
Rejoicing where the sudden dells grew dense	U
With sharp thick flight of hillside birds or where	E
On some strait rock's ledge in the intense mute air	E
Erect against the cliff's sheer sunlit white	E
Blue as the clear north heaven clothed warm with light	E
Stood neck to bended neck and wing to wing	E2
With heads fast hidden under close as cling	E2
Flowers on one flowering almond branch in spring	E2
Three herons deep asleep against the sun	N
Each with one bright foot downward poised and one	N
Wing hidden hard by the bright head and all	G2
Still as fair shapes fixed on some wondrous wall	G2
Of minster aisle or cloister close or hall	G2
To take even time's eye prisoner with delight	E
Or satisfied with joy of sound and sight	E
They sat and communed of things past what state	E
King Arthur yet unwarred upon by fate	E
Held high in hall at Camelot like one	N
Whose lordly life was as the mounting sun	N
That climbs and pauses on the point of noon	N
Sovereign how royal rang the tourney's tune	N
Through Tristram's three days' triumph spear to spear	E
When Iseult shone enthroned by Guenevere	E
Rose against rose the highest adored on earth	B2
Imperial yet with subtle notes of mirth	B2
Would she bemock her praises and bemoan	N
Her glory by that splendour overthrown	N
Which lightened from her sister's eyes elate	E
Saying how by night a little light seems great	E
But less than least of all things very nought	E
When dawn undoes the web that darkness wrought	E
How like a tower of ivory well designed	E
By subtlest hand subserving subtlest mind	E
Ivory with flower of rose incarnadined	E
And kindling with some God therein revealed	E
A light for grief to look on and be healed	E
Stood Guenevere and all beholding her	E
Were heartstruck even as earth at midsummer	E
With burning wonder hardly to be borne	N
So was that amorous glorious lady born	N
A fiery memory for all storied years	U
Nor might men call her sisters crowned her peers	U
Her sister queens put all by her to scorn	N
She had such eyes as are not made to mourn	N
But in her own a gleaming ghost of tears	U
Shone and their glance was slower than Guenevere's	U
And fitfuller with fancies grown of grief	H2
Shamed as a Mayflower shames an autumn leaf	H2
Full well she wist it could not choose but be	H
If in that other's eyeshot standing she	H
Should lift her looks up ever wherewithal	G2
Like fires whose light fills heaven with festival	I2
Flamed her eyes full on Tristram's and he laughed	E
Answering What wile of sweet child hearted craft	E
That children forge for children to beguile	J2
Eyes known of them not witless of the wile	J2
But fain to seem for sport's sake self deceived	E
Wilt thou find out now not to be believed	E
Or how shall I trust more than ouphe or elf	K2
Thy truth to me ward who beliest thyself	K2
Nor elf nor ouphe or aught of airier kind	E
Quoth she though made of moonbeams moist and blind	E
Is light if weighed with man's winged weightless mind	E
Though thou keep somewise troth with me God wot	E
When thou didst wed I doubt thou thoughtest not	E
So charily to keep it Nay said he	H
Yet am not I rebukable by thee	H
As Launcelot erring held me ere he wist	E
No mouth save thine of mine was ever kissed	E
Save as a sister's only since we twain	N
Drank first the draught assigned our lips to drain	N
That Fate and Love with darkling hands commixt	E
Poured and no power to part them came betwixt	E
But either's will howbeit they seem at strife	K2
Was toward us one as death itself and life	K2
Are one sole doom toward all men nor may one	N
Behold not darkness who beholds the sun	N
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Ah then she said what word is this men hear	E
Of Merlin how some doom too strange to fear	E
Was cast but late about him oversea	H
Sweet recreant in thy bridal Brittany	H
Is not his life sealed fast on him with sleep	W
By witchcraft of his own and love's to keep	W
Till earth be fire and ashes	U
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Surely said	E
Her lover not as one alive or dead	E
The great good wizard well beloved and well	L2
Predestinate of heaven that casts out hell	L2
For guerdon gentler far than all men's fate	E
Exempt alone of all predestinate	E
Takes his strange rest at heart of slumberland	E
More deep asleep in green Broceliande	E
Than shipwrecked sleepers in the soft green sea	H
Beneath the weight of wandering waves but he	H
Hath for those roofing waters overhead	E
Above him always all the summer spread	E
Or all the winter wailing or the sweet	E
Late leaves marked red with autumn's burning feet	E
Or withered with his weeping round the seer	E
Rain and he sees not nor may heed or hear	E
The witness of the winter but in spring	E2
He hears above him all the winds on wing	E2
Through the blue dawn between the brightening boughs	U
And on shut eyes and slumber smitten brows	U
Feels ambient change in the air and strengthening sun	N
And knows the soul that was his soul at one	N
With the ardent world's and in the spirit of earth	B2
His spirit of life reborn to mightier birth	B2
And mixed with things of elder life than ours	U
With cries of birds and kindling lamps of flowers	U
And sweep and song of winds and fruitful light	E
Of sunbeams and the far faint breath of night	E
And waves and woods at morning and in all	G2
Soft as at noon the slow sea's rise and fall	G2
He hears in spirit a song that none but he	H
Hears from the mystic mouth of Nimue	C2
Shed like a consecration and his heart	E
Hearing is made for love's sake as a part	E
Of that far singing and the life thereof	K2
Part of that life that feeds the world with love	K2
Yea heart in heart is molten hers and his	U
Into the world's heart and the soul that is	U
Beyond or sense or vision and their breath	B2
Stirs the soft springs of deathless life and death	B2
Death that bears life and change that brings forth seed	E
Of life to death and death to life indeed	E
As blood recircling through the unsounded veins	U
Of earth and heaven with all their joys and pains	U
Ah that when love shall laugh no more nor weep	W
We too we too might hear that song and sleep	W
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Yea said Iseult some joy it were to be	H
Lost in the sun's light and the all girdling sea	H
Mixed with the winds and woodlands and to bear	E
Part in the large life of the quickening air	E
And the sweet earth's our mother yet to pass	U
More fleet than mirrored faces from the glass	U
Out of all pain and all delight so far	E
That love should seem but as the furthest star	E
Sunk deep in trembling heaven scarce seen or known	N
As a dead moon forgotten once that shone	N
Where now the sun shines nay not all things yet	E
Not all things always dying would I forget	E
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And Tristram answered amorously and said	E
O heart that here art mine O heavenliest head	E
That ever took men's worship here which art	E
Mine how shall death put out the fire at heart	E
Quench in men's eyes the head's remembered light	E
That time shall set but higher in more men's sight	E
Think thou not much to die one earthly day	E
Being made not in their mould who pass away	E
Nor who shall pass for ever	E
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Ah she said	E
What shall it profit me being praised and dead	E
What profit have the flowers of all men's praise	U
What pleasure of our pleasure have the days	U
That pour on us delight of life and mirth	B2
What fruit of all our joy on earth has earth	B2
Nor am I nay my lover am I one	N
To take such part in heaven's enkindling sun	N
And in the inviolate air and sacred sea	H
As clothes with grace that wondrous Nimue	C2
For all her works are bounties all her deeds	U
Blessings her days are scrolls wherein love reads	U
The record of his mercies heaven above	K2
Hath not more heavenly holiness of love	K2
Than earth beneath wherever pass or pause	U
Her feet that move not save by love's own laws	U
In gentleness of godlike wayfaring	E2
To heal men's hearts as earth is healed by spring	E2
Of all such woes as winter what am I	A2
Love that have strength but to desire and die	A2
That have but grace to love and do thee wrong	E2
What am I that my name should live so long	E2
Save as the star that crossed thy star struck lot	E
With hers whose light was life to Launcelot	E
Life gave she him and strength and fame to be	H
For ever I what gift can I give thee	H
Peril and sleepless watches fearful breath	B2
Of dread more bitter for my sake than death	B2
When death came nigh to call me by my name	C2
Exile rebuke remorse and O not shame	C2
Shame only this I gave thee not whom none	N
May give that worst thing ever no not one	N
Of all that hate all hateful hearts that see	H
Darkness for light and hate where love should be	H
None for my shame's sake may speak shame of thee	H
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And Tristram answering ere he kissed her smiled	E
O very woman god at once and child	E
What ails thee to desire of me once more	E
The assurance that thou hadst in heart before	E
For all this wild sweet waste of sweet vain breath	B2
Thou knowest I know thou hast given me life not death	B2
The shadow of death informed with shows of strife	K2
Was ere I won thee all I had of life	K2
Light war light love light living dreams in sleep	W
Joy slight and light not glad enough to weep	W
Filled up my foolish days with sound and shine	N
Vision and gleam from strange men's cast on mine	N
Reverberate light from eyes presaging thine	N
That shed but shadowy moonlight where thy face	U
Now sheds forth sunshine in the deep same place	U
The deep live heart half dead and shallower then	N
Than summer fords which thwart not wandering men	N
For how should I signed sorrow's from my birth	B2
Kiss dumb the loud red laughing lips of mirth	B2
Or how sealed thine to be love less than heaven on earth	B2
My heart in me was held at restless rest	E
Presageful of some prize beyond its quest	E
Prophetic still with promise fain to find the best	E
For one was fond and one was blithe and one	N
Fairer than all save twain whose peers are none	N
For third on earth is none that heaven hath seen	N
To stand with Guenevere beside my queen	N
Not Nimue girt with blessing as a guard	E
Not the soft lures and laughters of Ettarde	E
Not she that splendour girdled round with gloom	C2
Crowned as with iron darkness of the tomb	C2
And clothed with clouding conscience of a monstrous doom	C2
Whose blind incestuous love brought forth a fire	E
To burn her ere it burn its darkling sire	E
Her mother's son King Arthur yet but late	E
We saw pass by that fair live shadow of fate	E
The queen Morgause of Orkney like a dream	C2
That scares the night when moon and starry beam	C2
Sicken and swoon before some sorcerer's eyes	U
Whose wordless charms defile the saintly skies	U
Bright still with fire and pulse of blood and breath	B2
Whom her own sons have doomed for shame to death	B2
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Death yea quoth she there is not said or heard	E
So oft aloud on earth so sure a word	E
Death and again death and for each that saith	B2
Ten tongues chime answer to the sound of death	B2
Good end God send us ever so men pray	E
But I this end God send me would I say	E
To die not of division and a heart	E
Rent or with sword of severance cloven apart	E
But only when thou diest and only where thou art	E
O thou my soul and spirit and breath to me	H
O light life love yea let this only be	H
That dying I may praise God who gave me thee	H
Let hap what will thereafter	E
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So that day	E
They communed even till even was worn away	E
Nor aught they said seemed strange or sad to say	E
But sweet as night's dim dawn to weariness	U
Nor loved they life or love for death's sake less	U
Nor feared they death for love's or life's sake more	E
And on the sounding soft funereal shore	E
They watching till the day should wholly die	E
Saw the far sea sweep to the far grey sky	E
Saw the long sands sweep to the long grey sea	H
And night made one sweet mist of moor and lea	H
And only far off shore the foam gave light	E
And life in them sank silent as the night	E

Algernon Charles Swinburne

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