The Undying One' - Canto I Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABABCDCDEDEDDCDC FGHHIJKLDDMNMNDODOPQ RRSSBB TTAHDDUVHHDDWWCCXDXD DMDMHY HYNNZA2 B2B2C2C2CPD2D2D KKE2E2DDF2F2 JJTTC2C2OOAAEEG2G2AA H2H2SBSBQPI2I2 QQB2B2J2J2K2K2L2L2AA C2M2JIOOLN2RRO2P2H2H 2 DDKKQ2I2Q2I2RDRDGR2F R2AAS2T2U2T2V2V2W2A X2 M2C2H2 Y2QZ2| MOONLIGHT is o'er the dim and heaving sea | A |
| Moonlight is on the mountain's frowning brow | B |
| And by their silvery fountains merrily | A |
| The maids of Castaly are dancing now | B |
| Young hearts bright eyes and rosy lips are there | C |
| And fairy steps and light and laughing voices | D |
| Ringing like welcome music through the air | C |
| A sound at which the untroubled heart rejoices | D |
| But there are hearts o'er which that dancing measure | E |
| Heavily falls | D |
| And there are ears to which the voice of pleasure | E |
| Still vainly calls | D |
| There's not a scene on earth so full of lightness | D |
| That withering care | C |
| Sleeps not beneath the flowers and turns their brightness | D |
| To dark despair | C |
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| Oh Earth dim Earth thou canst not be our home | F |
| Or wherefore look we still for joys to come | G |
| The fairy steps are flown the scene is still | H |
| Nought mingles with the murmuring of the rill | H |
| Nay hush it is a sound a sigh again | I |
| It is a human voice the voice of pain | J |
| And beautiful is she who sighs alone | K |
| Now that her young and playful mates are gone | L |
| The dim moon shining on her statue face | D |
| Gives it a mournful and unearthly grace | D |
| And she hath bent her gentle knee to earth | M |
| And she hath raised her meek sad eyes to heaven | N |
| As if in such a breast sin could have birth | M |
| She clasps her hands and sues to be forgiven | N |
| Her prayer is over but her anxious glance | D |
| Into the blue transparency of night | O |
| Seems as it fain would read the book of chance | D |
| And fix the future hours dark or bright | O |
| A slow and heavy footstep strikes her ear | P |
| What ails the gentle maiden Is it fear | Q |
| Lo she hath lightly raised her from the ground | R |
| And turn'd her small and stag like head around | R |
| Her pale cheek paler and her lips apart | S |
| Her bosom heaving o'er her beating heart | S |
| And see those thin white hands she raises now | B |
| To press the throbbing fever from her brow | B |
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| In vain in vain for never more shall rest | T |
| Find place in that young fair but erring breast | T |
| He stands before her now and who is he | A |
| Into whose outspread arms confidingly | H |
| She flings her fairy self Unlike the forms | D |
| That woo and win a woman's love the storms | D |
| Of deep contending passions are not seen | U |
| Darkening the features where they once have been | V |
| Nor the bright workings of a generous soul | H |
| Of feelings half conceal'd explain the whole | H |
| But there is something words cannot express | D |
| A gloomy deep and quiet fixedness | D |
| A recklessness of all the blows of fate | W |
| A brow untouch'd by love undimm'd by hate | W |
| As if in all its stores of crime and care | C |
| Earth held no suffering now for him to bear | C |
| Yes all is passionless the hollow cheek | X |
| Those pale thin lips shall never wreathe with smiles | D |
| Ev'n now 'mid joy unmoved and sad they speak | X |
| In spite of all his Linda's winning wiles | D |
| Yet can we read what all the rest denies | D |
| That he hath feelings of a mortal birth | M |
| In the wild sorrow of those dark bright eyes | D |
| Bent on that form his one dear link to earth | M |
| He loves and he is loved then what avail | H |
| The scornful words which seek to brand with shame | Y |
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| Or bitterer still the wild and fearful tale | H |
| Which couples guilt and horror with that name | Y |
| What boots it that the few who know him shun | N |
| To speak or eat with that unworthy one | N |
| Were all their words of scorn and malice proved | Z |
| It matters not he loves and he is loved | A2 |
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| 'Linda my Linda ' thus the silence broke | B2 |
| And slow and mournfully the stranger spoke | B2 |
| 'Seat we ourselves upon this mossy bed | C2 |
| Where the glad airs of heaven wave o'er thy head | C2 |
| And thou shalt hear the awful tale which ne'er | C |
| Hath yet been breathed save once to mortal ear | P |
| And if my Linda nay love tremble not | D2 |
| Thou shudder'st to partake so dark a lot | D2 |
| Go and be happy in forgetfulness | D |
| And take I'd bless thee if my tongue could bless ' | - |
| There was that sudden sinking of the tone | K |
| That lingers in our memory when alone | K |
| And thrills the heart to think how deep the grief | E2 |
| Which sues no pity looks for no relief | E2 |
| Oh deep beyond the feeble power of tears | D |
| Such scene will dwell within our souls for years | D |
| And it will seem but yesterday we heard | F2 |
| The faltering pause the calm but broken word | F2 |
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| Saw the averted head where each blue vein | J |
| Swell'd in its agony of mental pain | J |
| And heard the grief confess'd no not confess'd | T |
| But struggling burst convulsive from the breast | T |
| 'Isbal ' that gentle voice half murmuring said | C2 |
| As from his shoulder she upraised her head | C2 |
| 'Thou knowest I love thee When I came to night | O |
| I had resolved thy future dark or bright | O |
| Should still be mine Beloved so must it be | A |
| For I have broke a fearful vow for thee | A |
| This morning he who calls himself my brother | E |
| Oh can he be the child of my sweet mother | E |
| Pleaded once more for him that hated friend | G2 |
| Whose bride I was to be I could but bend | G2 |
| To the cold earth my faint and trembling knee | A |
| And supplicate with woman's agony | A |
| That he would spare me but an hour a day | H2 |
| I clasp'd my brother's knees that brother said me nay | H2 |
| He held a poinard to my shrinking heart | S |
| And bade me breathe the vow | B |
| Never in life or death from him to part | S |
| Who is my husband now | B |
| Isbal we were betrothed my lips in fear | Q |
| Pronounced those words but oh my heart was here | P |
| Here in the calm cold moonlight by thy side | I2 |
| Here where the dark blue waters gently glide | I2 |
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| Here in my childhood's haunts now ev'n more dear | Q |
| Than in those happy days for thou art near | Q |
| Yes while the unheeded vow my faint lip spoke | B2 |
| Recall'd the echo which thy tones awoke | B2 |
| Thy image rose between me and the shrine | J2 |
| Surely the vow before it breathed was thine | J2 |
| To morrow's sun proud Carlos claims his wife | K2 |
| To morrow's sun shall see my span of life | K2 |
| Devoted unto thee thy tale can make | L2 |
| No lot I would not share for thy sweet sake | L2 |
| No Ere I hear it let love's fond vow be | A |
| To have no earth no heaven no hope but thee | A |
| Now tell me all ' Again that gentle head | C2 |
| With dewy eyes and flushing cheek is laid | M2 |
| Upon his arm and with a thrill of pain | J |
| The broken thread is thus renew'd again | I |
| 'From the first hour I saw thee on that night | O |
| When dancing in the moonbeam's chequer'd light | O |
| With those young laughing ones who now are gone | L |
| By this same fountain which is murmuring on | N2 |
| When my deep groan burst through the music's sound | R |
| And that soft eye went glancing startled round | R |
| From that sweet hour when pity seem'd to move | O2 |
| I loved thee as the wretched only love | P2 |
| Oft since when in the darkness of my day | H2 |
| I sit and dream my wretched life away | H2 |
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| In the deep silence of my night of tears | D |
| When Memory wakes to mourn for vanish'd years | D |
| Shunn'd scorn'd detested friendless and alone | K |
| I've thought of thee and stifled back my groan | K |
| I've come in daylight and have flung me down | Q2 |
| By the bright fountain's side | I2 |
| Chased with dear thoughts of thee each gloomy frown | Q2 |
| And bless'd my promised bride | I2 |
| I've come when stormy winds have howl'd around | R |
| Over the yielding flowers | D |
| Bending their gentle heads unto the ground | R |
| And thought of thee for hours | D |
| I've come my Linda knows that I have come | G |
| When the soft starlight told | R2 |
| That she had left her haughty brother's home | F |
| And hearts as dead and cold | R2 |
| As the chill waters of a moonless sea | A |
| For the light dance and music's revelry | A |
| With gay and loving maids and I have watch'd | S2 |
| Till one by one those soft steps have departed | T2 |
| And my young mournful Linda hath been snatch'd | U2 |
| To the sear bosom of the broken hearted | T2 |
| Linda there is a land a far dark land | V2 |
| Where on this head the red avenging hand | V2 |
| Fell with its heaviest bolts When watching by | W2 |
| The bitter cross of Him of Calvary | A |
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| They stood who loved and did believe in Him | X2 |
| I said while all around grew dark and dim ' | - |
| 'Isbal dear Isbal ' shriek'd the affrighted maid | M2 |
| 'For that dear Saviour's sake for him who said | C2 |
| He died for sinners mock me not I pray | H2 |
| Oh yet beloved those words of Death unsay ' | - |
| She hung upon his bosom and look'd up | Y2 |
| Into those dark wild eyes with grief and fear | Q |
| Alas poor maiden 'twas a bit | Z2 |
Caroline Elizabeth Sarah Norton
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