The Lady Of La Garaye - Part Iii Poem Rhyme Scheme

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NEVER 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
	-
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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