Rosa Flammea Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABBABCCBDBBDAEEAFBBF GAAHABBIIAAIJAAJ| Beautiful demon O veil those eyes of fire | A |
| Cover your breasts that are whiter than milk and ruddy | B |
| With dewy buds of the magical rose your body | B |
| Veil your lips from the shining of my desire | A |
| As a rose growing up from hell you waver before me | B |
| Shaking an odorous breath that is fire within | C |
| The Lord Christ may not pardon me this sweet sin | C |
| But the scent of the rose that is rooted in hell steals o'er me | B |
| O Lord Christ I am lost I am lost I am lost | D |
| Her eyes are as stars in a pool and their spell is on me | B |
| She lifts her unsearchable lids chill fire is upon me | B |
| It shudders through every vein and my brain is tossed | D |
| As the leaves of a tree when the wind coils under and over | A |
| She smiles and I hear the heart beat in my side | E |
| She lifts her hands and I swirl in a clutching tide | E |
| But shall my soul not burn in flame if I love her | A |
| She shall veil those eyes those lips ah that breast | F |
| Demon seeking my soul I do adjure thee | B |
| In the name of him for whose tempted sake I endure thee | B |
| Trouble my sight no more lost soul be at rest | F |
| She smiles and the air grows into a mist of spices | G |
| Frankincense cinnamon labdanum and myrrh | A |
| Rise in sweet smoke about the feet of her | A |
| Before whom the sweets of the world are as sacrifices | H |
| Cinnamon frankincense labdanum and myrrh | A |
| Smoke in the air the fume of them closes round me | B |
| Help ere the waves of the flood of odours have drowned me | B |
| Help ere it be too late There has no help come | I |
| And I feel that the rose of the pit begins to blossom | I |
| Into the likeness of a lost soul on fire | A |
| And the soul that was mine is emptied of all but desire | A |
| Of the rose of her lips and the rose of her bosom | I |
| Ah she smiles the great smile the immortal shame | J |
| Her mouth to my mouth though hell be the price hereafter | A |
| I hear in the whirling winds her windy laughter | A |
| And my soul for this shall whirl in the winds of flame | J |
Arthur Symons
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