A Greek Girl Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

Rhyme Scheme: AABBCCDDEEFGHHBBBBI IAAAAJJAAE EKKBBIIAALM BBNNOOPPPAA GFAAQQR RGFSS

I may not weep not weep and he is deadA
A weary weary weight of tears unshedA
Through the long day in my sad heart I bearB
The horrid sun with all unpitying glareB
Shines down into the dreary weaving roomC
Where clangs the ceaseless clatter of the loomC
And ceaselessly deft maiden fingers weaveD
The fine wrought web and I from morn till eveD
Work with the rest and when folk speak to meE
I smile hard smiles while still continuallyE
The silly stream of maiden speech flows onF
And now at length they talk of him that's goneG
Lightly lamenting that he died so soonH
Ah me ere yet his life's sun stood at noonH
Some praise his eyes some deem his body fairB
And some mislike the colour of his hairB
Sweet life sweet shape sweet eyes and sweetest hairB
What form what hue save Love's own did ye wearB
I may not weep not weep for very shameI
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He loved me not One summer's eve he cameI
To these our halls my father's honoured guestA
And seeing me saw not If his lips had prestA
My lips but once in love his eyes had sentA
One love glance into mine I had been contentA
And deemed it great joy for one little lifeJ
Nor envied other maids the crown of wifeJ
The long sure years the merry children bandA
Alas alas I never touched his handA
And now my love is dead that loved not meE
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Thrice blest thrice crowned of gods thrice lov d sheE
That other fairer maid who tombward bringsK
Her gold shorn locks and piled up offeringsK
Of fragrant fruits rich wines and spices rareB
And cakes with honey sweet with saffron fairB
And who unchecked by any thought of shameI
May weep her tears and call upon his nameI
With burning bosom prest to the cold groundA
Knowing indeed that all her life is crown'dA
Thrice crowned thrice honoured with that love of hisL
No dearer crown on earth is there I wisM
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While yet the sweet life lived more light to bearB
Was my heart's hunger when the morn was fairB
And I with other maidens in a lineN
Passed singing through the city to the shrineN
Oft in the streets or crowded market placeO
I caught swift glimpses of the dear known faceO
Or marked a stalwart shoulder in the throngP
Or heard stray speeches as we passed alongP
In tones more dear to me than any songP
These hoarded up with care and kept apartA
Did serve as meat and drink my hungry heartA
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And now for ever has my sweet love goneG
And weary empty days I must drag onF
Till all the days of all my life be spedA
By no thought cheered by no hope comfortedA
For if indeed we meet among the shadesQ
How shall he know me from the other maidsQ
Me that had died to save his body painR
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Alas alas such idle thoughts are vainR
O cruel cruel sunlight get thee goneG
O dear dim shades of eve come swiftly onF
That when quick lips keen eyes are closed in sleepS
Through the long night till dawn I then may weepS

Amy Levy



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