Bereft Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABCDEFGHIJKLABMNBCOP CPQRS TBUVWXSYZA2B2UTBCDC2 BD2AC2C2E2EF2 G2QH2I2J2K2L2M2J2M2N 2F2O2ABP2Q2R2G2PQS2T 2U2V2U2ABFOR nine drear nights my darling has been dead | A |
And ah dear God I cannot dream of her | B |
Now I shall see her always lying white | C |
A frozen flower beneath a snow of flowers | D |
Drowned in a sea of fragrance I shall hear | E |
In every silence of the coming years | F |
Only the muffled horror from the room | G |
Where I had left my little child asleep | H |
And found a nameless thing shut in and sealed | I |
And I shall never feel her breath that kissed | J |
Me closer than her lips did for the thick | K |
Dead perfume of slow drooping flowers has drawn | L |
A veil across my memory She is dead | A |
For nine drear nights I have not dreamed of her | B |
When all a tangle of wee clambering limbs | M |
And little gusts of laughter and of tears | N |
Sun flecked and shadow stricken every hour | B |
She played about me I could lie all night | C |
And dream of her She came in wondrous ways | O |
Hiding behind the dark to startle me | P |
Then leaping down the vistas of the night | C |
And yielding all her wistful soul to me | P |
With kisses tenderer and words more sweet | Q |
Than that mad random vehemence of love | R |
She lavished on me through her laughing day | S |
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And now she has been dead nine dreary nights | T |
And ah dear God I cannot dream of her | B |
Her idle hoop is hung against the wall | U |
And in the dusk her cherished garments seem | V |
As if still warmed with all her eager life | W |
And here the childish story that she wrote | X |
Herself and never finished how one day | S |
With puzzled pucker of her brow she stopped | Y |
Mid sentence as if God had gravely held | Z |
A finger up to hush her and she knew | A2 |
She was to keep His secrets soon so soon | B2 |
Perhaps He whispered low she would know all | U |
And now she has been dead nine long sad nights | T |
And ah dear God I cannot dream of her | B |
So I shall see her always lying white | C |
A frozen flower beneath a snow of flowers | D |
Drowned in a sea of fragrance Now it seems | C2 |
As if the memories I hold of her | B |
Have shrivelled with the lilies that she loved | D2 |
And lay with on her little narrow bed | A |
And now she will not murmur through my dreams | C2 |
Those faint strange words that mean so much in dreams | C2 |
And wither with the morn I lie awake | E2 |
And whisper to my hopes To night I'll hear | E |
Her petulant hands knock at my dreams' shut gate | F2 |
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And oh the gladness when I let her in | G2 |
Hush what a patter of impatient feet | Q |
Down the long staircase of the stars And then | H2 |
I sleep and with an endless weariness | I2 |
I grope among the spaces of the dark | J2 |
For rhythm of her unresting feet or touch | K2 |
Of her caressing fingers or the kiss | L2 |
And whisper of her little self willed curls | M2 |
But never lifts her laugh across the dark | J2 |
And never may I smooth her wilful curls | M2 |
And when I wake again I see her yet | N2 |
So pitifully thin and chill and straight | F2 |
Who used to be all curves a living flame | O2 |
For nine drear nights my darling has been dead | A |
And till I die I cannot dream of her | B |
Perhaps she aches to come shut in her grave | P2 |
So deep to dig to hide that tender form | Q2 |
Dear God she is too frail and weak to climb | R2 |
The horror of those walls that hedge her in | G2 |
And when you call her to you let me be | P |
Close by her side to lift her little feet | Q |
Up to the grass and sunshine of this world | S2 |
That lacking her is now so desolate | T2 |
So I have called and called she does not come | U2 |
And yet I know the way into my heart | V2 |
She has not quite forgotten She does not come | U2 |
And now for nine drear nights she has been dead | A |
And ah dear God I cannot dream of her | B |
Arthur Henry Adams
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