The Lady Of La Garaye - Part Iii Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: AABBCCDDEEFFAAGGHH IIJJKKLLMMNNOODDPBQQ RSTTBBUU VVWWXXYYZZA2A2B2B2C2 C2 D2D2E2E2F2F2SSG2UDDH 2H2I2I2J2J2NNQQTTK2L 2M2M2N2N2 O2O2P2P2Q2Q2R2R2C2C2 S2T2U2U2V2V2W2W2O2O2 O2O2W2W2X2 X2PPO2O2W2W2W2W2O2O2 O2 LLY2F2Z2F2A3BA3BX2O2 X2O2O2DO2W2 TTB3B3C3D3 DDE3E3W2W2O2O2VVW2F3 TF3G3G3W2NEVER again When first that sentence fell | A |
From lips so loth the bitter truth to tell | A |
Death seemed the balance of its burdening care | B |
The only end of such a strange despair | B |
To live deformed enfeebled still to sigh | C |
Through changeless days that o'er the heart go by | C |
Colourless formless melting as they go | D |
Into a dull and unrecorded woe | D |
Why strive for gladness in such dreary shade | E |
Why seek to feel less cheerless less afraid | E |
What recks a little more or less of gloom | F |
When a continual darkness is our doom | F |
But custom which to unused eyes that dwell | A |
Long in the blankness of a prison cell | A |
At length shows glimmerings through some ruined hole | G |
Trains to endurance the imprisoned soul | G |
And teaching how with deepest gloom to cope | H |
Bids patience light her lamp when sets the sun of hope | H |
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And e'en like one who sinks to brief repose | I |
Cumbered with mournfulness from many woes | I |
Who restless dreaming full of horror sleeps | J |
And with a worse than waking anguish weeps | J |
Till in his dream some precipice appear | K |
Which he must face however great his fear | K |
Who stepping on those rocks then feels them break | L |
Beneath him and with shrieks leaps up awake | L |
And seeing but the grey unwelcome morn | M |
And feeling but the usual sense forlorn | M |
Of loss and dull remembrance of known grief | N |
Melts into tears that partly bring relief | N |
Because though misery holds him yet his dreams | O |
More dreadful were than all around him seems | O |
So in the life grown real of loss and woe | D |
She woke to crippled days which sad and slow | D |
And infinitely weary as they were | P |
At first appeared less hard than fancy deemed to bear | B |
But as those days rolled on of grinding pain | Q |
Of wild untamed regrets and yearnings vain | Q |
Sad Gertrude grew to weep with restless tears | R |
For all the vanished joys of blighted years | S |
And most she mourned with feverish piteous pining | T |
When o'er the land the summer sun was shining | T |
And all the volumes and the missals rare | B |
Which Claud had gathered with a tender care | B |
Seemed nothing to the book of nature spread | U |
Around her helpless feet and weary head | U |
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Oh woodland paths she ne'er again may see | V |
Oh tossing branches of the forest tree | V |
Oh loveliest banks in all the land of France | W |
Glassing your shadows in the silvery Rance | W |
Oh river with your swift yet quiet tide | X |
Specked with white sails that seem in dreams to glide | X |
Oh ruddy orchards basking on the hills | Y |
Whose plenteous fruit the thirsty flagon fills | Y |
And oh ye winds which free and unconfined | Z |
No sickness poisons and no heart can bind | Z |
Restore her to enjoyment of the earth | A2 |
Echo again her songs of careless mirth | A2 |
Those little Breton songs so wildly sweet | B2 |
Fragments of music strange and incomplete | B2 |
Her small red mouth went warbling by the way | C2 |
Through the glad roamings of her active day | C2 |
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It may not be Blighted are summer hours | D2 |
The bee goes booming through the plats of flowers | D2 |
The butterfly its tiny mate pursues | E2 |
With rapid fluttering of its painted hues | E2 |
The thin winged gnats their transient time employ | F2 |
Reeling through sunbeams in a dance of joy | F2 |
The small field mouse with wide transparent ears | S |
Comes softly forth and softly disappears | S |
The dragon fly hangs glittering on the reed | G2 |
The spider swings across his filmy thread | U |
And gleaming fishes darting to and fro | D |
Make restless silver in the pools below | D |
All these poor lives these lives of small account | H2 |
Feel the ethereal thrill within them mount | H2 |
But the great human life the life Divine | I2 |
Rests in dull torture heavy and supine | I2 |
And the bird's song by Garaye's walls of stone | J2 |
Crosses within the irrepressible moan | J2 |
The slow salt tears half weakness and half grief | N |
That sting the eyes before they bring relief | N |
And which with weary lids she strives in vain | Q |
To prison back upon her aching brain | Q |
Fall down the lady's cheek her heart is breaking | T |
A mournful sleep is hers a hopeless waking | T |
And oft in spite of Claud's beloved rebuke | K2 |
When first the awful wish her spirit shook | L2 |
She dreams of DEATH and of that quiet shore | M2 |
In the far world where eyes shall weep no more | M2 |
And where the soundless feet of angels pass | N2 |
With floating lightness o'er the sea of glass | N2 |
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Nor is she sole in gloom Claud too hath lost | O2 |
His power to soothe her all his thoughts are tost | O2 |
As in a storm of sadness shall he speak | P2 |
To her who lies so faint and lone and weak | P2 |
Of pleasant walks and rides or yet describe | Q2 |
The merry sayings of that careless tribe | Q2 |
Of friends and boon companions now unseen | R2 |
Or the wild beauty of the forest green | R2 |
Or daring feats and hair breadth 'scapes which they | C2 |
Who are not crippled think a thing for play | C2 |
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He dare not oft without apparent cause | S2 |
He checks his speaking with a faltering pause | T2 |
Oft when she bids him with a mournful smile | U2 |
By stories such as these the hour beguile | U2 |
And he obeys only because she bids | V2 |
He sees the large tears welling 'neath the lids | V2 |
Or if a moment's gaiety return | W2 |
To his young heart that scarce can yet unlearn | W2 |
Its habits of delight in all things round | O2 |
And he grows eager on some subject found | O2 |
In their discourse linked with the outward world | O2 |
Till with a pleasant smile his lip is curled | O2 |
Even with her love she smites him back to pain | W2 |
Upon his hand her tears and kisses rain | W2 |
And with a suffocated voice she cries | X2 |
'O Claud the old bright days ' | - |
And then he sighs | X2 |
And with a wistful heart makes new endeavour | P |
To cheer or to amuse and so for ever | P |
Till in his brain the grief he tries to cheat | O2 |
A dreary mill wheel circling seems to beat | O2 |
And drive out other thoughts all thoughts but one | W2 |
That he and she are both alike undone | W2 |
That better were their mutual fate if when | W2 |
That leap was taken in the fatal glen | W2 |
Both had been found released from pain and dread | O2 |
In the rough waters of the torrent's bed | O2 |
And greeted pitying eyes with calm smiles of the Dead | O2 |
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A spell is on the efforts each would make | L |
With willing spirit for the other's sake | L |
Through some new path of thought he fain would move | Y2 |
And she her languid hours would fain employ | F2 |
But bitter grows the sweetness of their love | Z2 |
And a lament lies under all their joy | F2 |
She watches Claud bending above the page | A3 |
Thinks him grown pale and wearying with his care | B |
And with a sigh his promise would engage | A3 |
For happy exercise and summer air | B |
He watches her as sorrowful she lies | X2 |
And thinks she dreams of woman's hope denied | O2 |
Of the soft gladness of a young child's eyes | X2 |
And pattering footsteps on the terrace wide | O2 |
Where sunshine sleeps as in a home for light | O2 |
And glittering peacocks make a rainbow show | D |
But which seems sad because that terrace bright | O2 |
Must evermore remain as lone as now | W2 |
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And either tries to hide the thoughts that wring | T |
Their secret hearts and both essay to bring | T |
Some happy topic some yet lingering dream | B3 |
Which they with cheerful words shall make their theme | B3 |
But fail and in their wistful eyes confess | C3 |
All their words never own of hopelessness | D3 |
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Was then DESPAIR the end of all this woe | D |
Far off the angel voices answer No | D |
Devils despair for they believe and tremble | E3 |
But man believes and hopes Our griefs resemble | E3 |
Each other but in this Grief comes from Heaven | W2 |
Each thinks his own the bitterest trial given | W2 |
Each wonders at the sorrows of his lot | O2 |
His neighbour's sufferings presently forgot | O2 |
Though wide the difference which our eyes can see | V |
Not only in grief's kind but its degree | V |
God grants to some all joys for their possession | W2 |
Nor loss nor cross the favoured mortal mourns | F3 |
While some toil on outside those bounds of blessing | T |
Whose weary feet for ever tread on thorns | F3 |
But over all our tears God's rainbow bends | G3 |
To all our cries a pitying ear He lends | G3 |
Yea to the feeble sound of man | W2 |
Caroline Elizabeth Sarah Norton
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