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 J2HK2H

FRIEND of old days of suffering storm and strifeA
Patient and kind through many a wild appealB
In the arena of thy brilliant lifeA
Never too busy or too cold to feelB
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Companion from whose ever teeming storeC
Of thought and knowledge happy memory bringsD
So much of social wit and sage's loreC
Garnered and gleaned by me as precious thingsD
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Kinsman of him whose very name soon grewE
Unreal as music heard in pleasant dreamsF
So vain the hope my girlish fancy drewE
So faint and far his vanished presence seemsF
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To thee I dedicate this record briefG
Of foreign scenes and deeds too little knownH
This tale of noble souls who conquered griefG
By dint of tending sufferings not their ownH
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Thou hast known all my life its pleasant hoursI
How many of them have I owed to theeJ
Its exercise of intellectual powersI
With thoughts of fame and gladness not to beJ
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Thou knowest how Death for ever dogged my wayK
And how of those I loved the best and thoseL
Who loved and pitied me in life's young dayK
Narrow and narrower still the circle growsL
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Thou knowest for thou hast proved the dreary shadeM
A first born's loss casts over lonely daysN
And gone is now the pale fond smile that madeM
In my dim future yet a path of raysN
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Gone the dear comfort of a voice whose soundO
Came like a beacon bell heard clear aboveP
The whirl of violent waters surging roundO
Speaking to shipwrecked ears of help and loveP
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The joy that budded on my own youth's bloomQ
When life wore still a glory and a glossR
Is hidden from me in the silent tombQ
Smiting with premature unnatural lossR
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So that my very soul is wrung with painS
Meeting old friends whom most I love to seeJ
Where are the younger lives since these remainS
I weep the eyes that should have wept for meJ
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But all the more I cling to those who speakT
Like thee in tones unaltered by my changeU
Greeting my saddened glance and faded cheekT
With the same welcome that seemed sweet and strangeU
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In early days when I of gifts made proudV
That could the notice of such men beguileW
Stood listening to thee in some brilliant crowdV
With the warm triumph of a youthful smileW
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Oh little now remains of all that wasX
Even for this gift of linking measured wordsY
My heart oft questions with discouraged pauseZ
Does music linger in the slackening chordsA2
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Yet friend I feel not that all power is fledB2
While offering to thee for the kindly yearsC2
The intangible gift of thought whose silver threadB2
Heaven keeps untarnished by our bitterest tearsD2
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So in the brooding calm that follows woeE2
This tale of LA GARAYE I fain would tellF2
As when some earthly storm hath ceased to blowE2
And the huge mounting sea hath ceased to swellF2
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After the maddening wrecking and the roarC
The wild high dash the moaning sad retreatG2
Some cold slow wave creeps faintly to the shoreC
And leaves a white shell at the gazer's feetG2
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Take then the poor gift in thy faithful handH2
Measure its worth not merely by my ownH
But hold it dear as gathered from the sandH2
Where so much wreck of youth and hope lies strownH
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So if in years to come my words abideI2
Words of the dead to stir some living brainH
When thoughtful readers lay my book asideI2
Musing on all it tells of joy and painH
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Towards thee good heart towards thee their thoughts shall roamJ2
Whose unforsaking faith time hath not rivenH
And to their minds this just award shall comeK2
'Twas a TRUE friend to whom such thanks were givenH

Caroline Elizabeth Sarah Norton



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