Circe Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABCDEFGHIJ KLBMNOPQRSTUHVWXYYYZ A2D B2DQC2YD2YE2YYYYF2G2 H2 I2J2YK2JL2YM2N2O2 YP2Q2R2S2T2YU2QYQ2 K2V2W2 DQX2DY2Q2Z2A3YYB3A3C 3 D3E3YF3 A3P2YG3H3YI3YYK2 J3K3YL3G2Q2QY2M3K2N3 O3P3DQ2N3 YQ3YR3S3YT3YU3YQ2YO3 YV3YX2 R2W3X3Y3YYZ3M2K3IA4 DB4C4YD4E4Y2YOZ3YYI3 Z3YZ3F4Z3Q2G4H4YYI4J 4YQ2 B4YK4L4M4N2N4N4 YV3Q2O4The sun drops luridly into the west | A |
darkness has raised her arms to draw him down | B |
before the time not waiting as of wont | C |
till he has come to her behind the sea | D |
and the smooth waves grow sullen in the gloom | E |
and wear their threatening purple more and more | F |
the plain of waters sways and seems to rise | G |
convexly from its level of the shores | H |
and low dull thunder rolls along the beach | I |
there will be storm at last storm glorious storm | J |
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Oh welcome welcome though it rend my bowers | K |
scattering my blossomed roses like the dust | L |
splitting the shrieking branches tossing down | B |
my riotous vines with their young half tinged grapes | M |
like small round amethysts or beryls strung | N |
tumultuously in clusters though it sate | O |
its ravenous spite among my goodliest pines | P |
standing there round and still against the sky | Q |
that makes blue lakes between their sombre tufts | R |
or harry from my silvery olive slopes | S |
some hoary king whose gnarled fantastic limbs | T |
wear crooked armour of a thousand years | U |
though it will hurl high on my flowery shores | H |
the hostile wave that rives at the poor sward | V |
and drags it down the slants that swirls its foam | W |
over my terraces shakes their firm blocks | X |
of great bright marbles into tumbled heaps | Y |
and makes my preached and mossy labyrinths | Y |
where the small odorous blossoms grow like stars | Y |
strewn in the milky way a briny marsh | Z |
What matter let it come and bring me change | A2 |
breaking the sickly sweet monotony | D |
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I am too weary of this long bright calm | B2 |
always the same blue sky always the sea | D |
the same blue perfect likeness of the sky | Q |
one rose to match the other that has waned | C2 |
to morrow's dawn the twin of yesterday's | Y |
and every night the ceaseless crickets chirp | D2 |
the same long joy and the late strain of birds | Y |
repeats their strain of all the even month | E2 |
and changelessly the petty plashing surfs | Y |
bubble their chiming burden round the stones | Y |
dusk after dusk brings the same languid trance | Y |
upon the shadowy hills and in the fields | Y |
the waves of fireflies come and go the same | F2 |
making the very flash of light and stir | G2 |
vex one like dronings of the spinning wheel | H2 |
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Give me some change Must life be only sweet | I2 |
all honey pap as babes would have their food | J2 |
And if my heart must always be adrowse | Y |
in a hush of stagnant sunshine give me then | K2 |
something outside me stirring let the storm | J |
break up the sluggish beauty let it fall | L2 |
beaten below the feet of passionate winds | Y |
and then to morrow waken jubilant | M2 |
in a new birth let me see subtle joy | N2 |
of anguish and of hopes of change and growth | O2 |
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What fate is mine who far apart from pains | Y |
and fears and turmoils of the cross grained world | P2 |
dwell like a lonely god in a charmed isle | Q2 |
where I am first and only and like one | R2 |
who should love poisonous savours more than mead | S2 |
long for a tempest on me and grow sick | T2 |
of resting and divine free carelessness | Y |
Oh me I am a woman not a god | U2 |
yea those who tend me even are more than I | Q |
my nymphs who have the souls of flowers and birds | Y |
singing and blossoming immortally | Q2 |
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Ah me these love a day and laugh again | K2 |
and loving laughing find a full content | V2 |
but I know nought of peace and have not loved | W2 |
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Where is my love Does some one cry for me | D |
not knowing whom he calls does his soul cry | Q |
for mine to grow beside it grow in it | X2 |
does he beseech the gods to give him me | D |
the one unknown rare woman by whose side | Y2 |
no other woman thrice as beautiful | Q2 |
should once seem fair to him to whose voice heard | Z2 |
in any common tones no sweetest sound | A3 |
of love made melody on silver lutes | Y |
or singing like Apollo's when the gods | Y |
grow pale with happy listening might be peered | B3 |
for making music to him whom once found | A3 |
there will be no more seeking anything | C3 |
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Oh love oh love oh love art not yet come | D3 |
out of the waiting shadows into life | E3 |
art not yet come after so many years | Y |
that I have longed for thee Come I am here | F3 |
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Not yet For surely I should feel a sound | A3 |
of his far answering if now in the world | P2 |
he sought me who will seek me Oh ye gods | Y |
will he not seek me Is it all a dream | G3 |
will there be never never such a man | H3 |
will there be only these these bestial things | Y |
who wallow in my styes or mop and mow | I3 |
among the trees or munch in pens and byres | Y |
or snarl and filch behind their wattled coops | Y |
these things who had believed that they were men | K2 |
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Nay but he will come Why am I so fair | J3 |
and marvellously minded and with sight | K3 |
which flashes suddenly on hidden things | Y |
as the gods see who do not need to look | L3 |
why wear I in my eyes that stronger power | G2 |
than basilisks whose gaze can only kill | Q2 |
to draw men's souls to me to live or die | Q |
as I would have them why am I given pride | Y2 |
which yet longs to be broken and this scorn | M3 |
cruel and vengeful for the lesser men | K2 |
who meet the smiles I waste for lack of him | N3 |
and grow too glad why am I who I am | O3 |
but for the sake of him whom fate will send | P3 |
one day to be my master utterly | D |
that he should take me the desire of all | Q2 |
whom only he in the world could bow to him | N3 |
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Oh sunlike glory of pale glittering hairs | Y |
bright as the filmy wires my weavers take | Q3 |
to make me golden gauzes oh deep eyes | Y |
darker and softer than the bluest dusk | R3 |
of August violets darker and deep | S3 |
like crystal fathomless lakes in summer noons | Y |
oh sad sweet longing smile oh lips that tempt | T3 |
my very self to kisses oh round cheeks | Y |
tenderly radiant with the even flush | U3 |
of pale smoothed coral perfect lovely face | Y |
answering my gaze from out this fleckless pool | Q2 |
wonder of glossy shoulders chiselled limbs | Y |
should I be so your lover as I am | O3 |
drinking an exquisite joy to watch you thus | Y |
in all a hundred changes through the day | V3 |
but that I love you for him till he comes | Y |
but that my beauty means his loving it | X2 |
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Oh look a speck on this side of the sun | R2 |
coming yes coming with the rising wind | W3 |
that frays the darkening cloud wrack on the verge | X3 |
and in a little while will leap abroad | Y3 |
spattering the sky with rushing blacknesses | Y |
dashing the hissing mountainous waves at the stars | Y |
'Twill drive me that black speck a shuddering hulk | Z3 |
caught in the buffeting waves dashed impotent | M2 |
from ridge to ridge will drive it in the night | K3 |
with that dull jarring crash upon the beach | I |
and the cries for help and the cries of fear and hope | A4 |
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And then to morrow they will thoughtfully | D |
with grave low voices count their perils up | B4 |
and thank the gods for having let them live | C4 |
and tell of wives or mothers in their homes | Y |
and children who would have such loss in them | D4 |
that they must weep and may be I weep too | E4 |
with fancy of the weepings had they died | Y2 |
And the next morrow they will feel their ease | Y |
and sigh with sleek content or laugh elate | O |
tasting delights of rest and revelling | Z3 |
music and perfumes joyaunce for the eyes | Y |
of rosy faces and luxurious pomps | Y |
the savour of the banquet and the glow | I3 |
and fragrance of the wine cup and they'll talk | Z3 |
how good it is to house in palaces | Y |
out of the storms and struggles and what luck | Z3 |
strewed their good ship on our accessless coast | F4 |
Then the next day the beast in them will wake | Z3 |
and one will strike and bicker and one swell | Q2 |
with puffed up greatness and one gibe and strut | G4 |
in apish pranks and one will line his sleeve | H4 |
with pilfered booties and one snatch the gems | Y |
out of the carven goblets as they pass | Y |
one will grow mad with fever of the wine | I4 |
and one will sluggishly besot himself | J4 |
and one be lewd and one be gluttonous | Y |
and I shall sickly look and loathe them all | Q2 |
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Oh my rare cup my pure and crystal cup | B4 |
with not one speck of colour to make false | Y |
the passing lights or flaw to make them swerve | K4 |
My cup of Truth How the lost fools will laugh | L4 |
and thank me for my boon as if I gave | M4 |
some momentary flash of the gods' joy | N2 |
to drink where I have drunk and touch the touch | N4 |
of my lips with their own Aye let them touch | N4 |
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Too cruel am I And the silly beasts | Y |
crowding around me when I pass their way | V3 |
glower on me and although they love me still | Q2 |
with th | O4 |
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