The Creole Girl; Or, The Physician-s Story Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

Rhyme Scheme: A BCB A BDBDA EFEFC GHGHC IJIJC KLKLC MNMNC OPOPK BKBKK CQCQK RKSKK HTHTK KUKUC VOWOC XYYYC KYKYC YYYYC BZBZK YYYYK KA2KA2K YB2YB2K C2KC2KK YYYYC D2CD2CC FE2FF2C CKCKC KYKYC KBKBK F2YF2YK CYCYK KG2KG2K YB2YB2K FYFYC YBYBC H2YH2YC YUYUC YI2YI2C J2YJ2YK K2YK2YF L2KL2KF KJKJ AA YYYYA Y YYA M2

IA
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SHE came to England from the island climeB
Which lies beyond the far Atlantic waveC
She died in early youth before her timeB
'Peace to her broken heart and virgin grave '-
IIA
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She was the child of Passion and of ShameB
English her father and of noble birthD
Though too obscure for good or evil fameB
Her unknown mother faded from the earthD
IIIA
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And what that fair West Indian did betideE
None knew but he who least of all might tellF
But that she lived and loved and lonely diedE
And sent this orphan child with him to dwellF
IVC
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Oh that a fair and innocent young faceG
Should have a poison in its looks aloneH
To raise up thoughts of sorrow and disgraceG
And shame most bitter although not its ownH
VC
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Cruel were they who flung that heavy shadeI
Across the life whose days did but beginJ
Cruel were they who crush'd her heart and madeI
Her youth pay penance for his youth's wild sinJ
VIC
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Yet so it was among her father's friendsK
A cold compassion made contempt seem lightL
But in 'the world ' no justice e'er defendsK
The victims of their tortuous wrong and rightL
VIIC
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And 'moral England ' striking down the weakM
And smiling at the vices of the strongN
On her poor child her parent's guilt would wreakM
And that which was her grievance made her wrongN
VIIIC
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The world she understood not nor did theyO
Who made that world her either understandP
The very glory of her features' playO
Seem'd like the language of a foreign landP
IXK
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The shadowy feelings rich and wild and warmB
That glow'd and mantled in her lovely faceK
The slight full beauty of her youthful formB
Its gentle majesty its pliant graceK
XK
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The languid lustre of her speaking eyeC
The indolent smile of that bewitching mouthQ
Which more than all betray'd her natal skyC
And left us dreaming of the sunny SouthQ
XIK
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The passionate variation of her bloodR
Which rose and sank as rise and sink the wavesK
With every change of her most changeful moodS
Shock'd sickly Fashion's pale and guarded slavesK
XIIK
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And so in this fair world she stood aloneH
An alien 'mid the ever moving crowdT
A wandering stranger nameless and unknownH
Her claim to human kindness disallow'dT
XIIIK
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But oft would Passion's bold and burning gazeK
And Curiosity's set frozen stareU
Fix on her beauty in those early daysK
And coarsely thus her loveliness declareU
XIVC
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Which she would shrink from as the gentle plantV
Fern leaved Mimosa folds itself awayO
Suffering and sad for easy 'twas to dauntW
One who on earth had no protecting stayO
XVC
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And often to her eye's transparent lidX
The unshed tears would rise with sudden startY
And sink again as though by Reason chidY
Back to their gentle home her wounded heartY
XVIC
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Even as some gushing fountain idly wellsK
Up to the prison of its marble sideY
Whose power the mounting wave for ever quellsK
So rose her tears so stemm'd by virgin prideY
XVIIC
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And so more lonely each succeeding dayY
As she her lot did better understandY
She lived a life which had in it decayY
A flower transplanted to too cold a landY
XVIIIC
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Which for a while gives out a hope of bloomB
Then fades and pines because it may not feelZ
The freedom and the warmth which gave it roomB
The beauty of its nature to revealZ
XIXK
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For vainly would the heart accept its lotY
And rouse its strength to bear avow'd contemptY
Scorn will be felt as scorn deserved or notY
And from its bitter spell none stand exemptY
XXK
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There is a basilisk power in human eyesK
When they would look a fellow creature downA2
'Neath which the faint soul fascinated liesK
Struck by the cold sneer or the with'ring frownA2
XXIK
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But one there was among that cruel crowdY
Whose nature half rebell'd against the chainB2
Which fashion flung around him though too proudY
To own that slavery's weariness and painB2
XXIIK
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Too proud perhaps too weak for Custom stillC2
Curbs with an iron bit the souls born freeK
They start and chafe yet bend them to the willC2
Of this most nameless ruler so did heK
XXIIIK
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And even unto him the worldly brandY
Which rested on her half her charm effacedY
Vainly all pure and radiant did she standY
Even unto him she was a thing disgracedY
XXIVC
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Had she been early doom'd a cloister'd nunD2
To Heaven devoted by a holy vowC
His union with that poor deserted oneD2
Had seem'd not more impossible than nowC
XXVC
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He could have loved her fervently and wellF
But still the cold world with its false allureE2
Bound his free liking in an icy spellF
And made its whole foundation insecureF2
XXVIC
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But not like meaner souls would he to proveC
A vulgar admiration her pursueK
For though his glances after her would roveC
As something beautiful and strange and newK
XXVIIC
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They were withdrawn if but her eye met hisK
Or for an instant if their light remain'dY
They soften'd into gentlest tendernessK
As asking pardon that his look had pain'dY
XXVIIIC
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And she was nothing unto him nor heK
Aught unto her but each of each did dreamB
In the still hours of thought when we are freeK
To quit the real world for the things which seemB
XXIXK
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When in his heart Love's folded wings would stirF2
And bid his youth choose out a fitting mateY
Against his will his thoughts roam'd back to herF2
And all around seem'd blank and desolateY
XXXK
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When in his worldly haunts a smother'd sighC
Told he had won some lady of the landY
The dreaming glances of his earnest eyeC
Beheld far off the Creole orphan standY
XXXIK
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And to the beauty by his side he frozeK
As though she were not fair nor he so youngG2
And turn'd on her such looks of cold reposeK
As check'd the trembling accents of her tongueG2
XXXIIK
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And bid her heart's dim passion seek to hideY
Its gathering strength although the task be painB2
Lest she become that mock to woman's prideY
A wretch that loves unwoo'd and loves in vainB2
XXXIIIK
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So in his heart she dwelt as one may dwellF
Upon the verge of a forbidden groundY
And oft he struggled hard to break the spellF
And banish her but vain the effort foundY
XXXIVC
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For still along the winding way which ledY
Into his inmost soul unbidden cameB
Her haunting form and he was visitedY
By echoes soft of her unspoken nameB
XXXVC
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Through the long night when those we love seem nearH2
However cold however far awayY
Borne on the wings of floating dreams which cheerH2
And give us strength to meet the struggling dayY
XXXVIC
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And when in twilight hours she roved apartY
Feeding her love sick soul with visions fairU
The shadow of his eyes was on her heartY
And the smooth masses of his shining hairU
XXXVIIC
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Rose in the glory of the evening lightY
And where she wander'd glided evermoreI2
A star which beam'd upon her world's lone nightY
Where nothing glad had ever shone beforeI2
XXXVIIIC
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But vague and girlish was that love no hopeJ2
Even of familiar greeting ever cross'dY
Its innocent but oh most boundless scopeJ2
She loved him and she knew her love was lostY
XXXIXK
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She gazed on him as one from out a barkK2
Bound onward to a cold and distant strandY
Some lovely bay some haven fair may markK2
Stretching far inward to a sunnier landY
XLF
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Who knowing he must still sail on turns backL2
To watch with dreaming and most mournful eyesK
The ruffling foam which follows in his trackL2
Or the deep starlight of the shoreless skiesK
XLIF
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Oh many a hopeless love like this may beK
For love will live that never looks to winJ
Gems rashly lost in Passion's stormy seaK
Not to be lifted forth when once cast inJ
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PART IIA
IA
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So time roll'd on till suddenly that childY
Of southern clime and feelings droop'd and pinedY
Her cheek wax'd paler and her eye grew wildY
And from her youthful form all strength declinedY
IIA
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'Twas then I knew her late and vainly call'dY
To 'minister unto a mind diseased '-
When on her heart's faint sickness all things pall'dY
And the deep inward pain was never easedY
IIIA
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Her stepM2

Caroline Elizabeth Sarah Norton



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