The Lady Of La Garaye - Dedication Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABAB CDCD EFEF GHGH IJIJ KLKL MNMN OPOP QRQR SJSJ TUTU VWVW XYZA2 B2C2B2D2 E2F2E2F2 CG2CG2 H2HH2H I2HI2H J2HK2HFRIEND of old days of suffering storm and strife | A |
Patient and kind through many a wild appeal | B |
In the arena of thy brilliant life | A |
Never too busy or too cold to feel | B |
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Companion from whose ever teeming store | C |
Of thought and knowledge happy memory brings | D |
So much of social wit and sage's lore | C |
Garnered and gleaned by me as precious things | D |
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Kinsman of him whose very name soon grew | E |
Unreal as music heard in pleasant dreams | F |
So vain the hope my girlish fancy drew | E |
So faint and far his vanished presence seems | F |
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To thee I dedicate this record brief | G |
Of foreign scenes and deeds too little known | H |
This tale of noble souls who conquered grief | G |
By dint of tending sufferings not their own | H |
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Thou hast known all my life its pleasant hours | I |
How many of them have I owed to thee | J |
Its exercise of intellectual powers | I |
With thoughts of fame and gladness not to be | J |
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Thou knowest how Death for ever dogged my way | K |
And how of those I loved the best and those | L |
Who loved and pitied me in life's young day | K |
Narrow and narrower still the circle grows | L |
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Thou knowest for thou hast proved the dreary shade | M |
A first born's loss casts over lonely days | N |
And gone is now the pale fond smile that made | M |
In my dim future yet a path of rays | N |
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Gone the dear comfort of a voice whose sound | O |
Came like a beacon bell heard clear above | P |
The whirl of violent waters surging round | O |
Speaking to shipwrecked ears of help and love | P |
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The joy that budded on my own youth's bloom | Q |
When life wore still a glory and a gloss | R |
Is hidden from me in the silent tomb | Q |
Smiting with premature unnatural loss | R |
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So that my very soul is wrung with pain | S |
Meeting old friends whom most I love to see | J |
Where are the younger lives since these remain | S |
I weep the eyes that should have wept for me | J |
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But all the more I cling to those who speak | T |
Like thee in tones unaltered by my change | U |
Greeting my saddened glance and faded cheek | T |
With the same welcome that seemed sweet and strange | U |
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In early days when I of gifts made proud | V |
That could the notice of such men beguile | W |
Stood listening to thee in some brilliant crowd | V |
With the warm triumph of a youthful smile | W |
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Oh little now remains of all that was | X |
Even for this gift of linking measured words | Y |
My heart oft questions with discouraged pause | Z |
Does music linger in the slackening chords | A2 |
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Yet friend I feel not that all power is fled | B2 |
While offering to thee for the kindly years | C2 |
The intangible gift of thought whose silver thread | B2 |
Heaven keeps untarnished by our bitterest tears | D2 |
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So in the brooding calm that follows woe | E2 |
This tale of LA GARAYE I fain would tell | F2 |
As when some earthly storm hath ceased to blow | E2 |
And the huge mounting sea hath ceased to swell | F2 |
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After the maddening wrecking and the roar | C |
The wild high dash the moaning sad retreat | G2 |
Some cold slow wave creeps faintly to the shore | C |
And leaves a white shell at the gazer's feet | G2 |
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Take then the poor gift in thy faithful hand | H2 |
Measure its worth not merely by my own | H |
But hold it dear as gathered from the sand | H2 |
Where so much wreck of youth and hope lies strown | H |
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So if in years to come my words abide | I2 |
Words of the dead to stir some living brain | H |
When thoughtful readers lay my book aside | I2 |
Musing on all it tells of joy and pain | H |
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Towards thee good heart towards thee their thoughts shall roam | J2 |
Whose unforsaking faith time hath not riven | H |
And to their minds this just award shall come | K2 |
'Twas a TRUE friend to whom such thanks were given | H |
Caroline Elizabeth Sarah Norton
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