The Witch Of Hebron Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

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A Rabbinical LegendA
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Part IB
From morn until the setting of the sunC
The rabbi Joseph on his knees had prayedD
And as he rose with spirit meek and strongE
An Indian page his presence sought and bowedF
Before him saying that a lady layG
Sick unto death tormented grievouslyH
Who begged the comfort of his holy prayersI
The rabbi ever to the call of griefJ
Open as day arose and girding straightK
His robe about him with the page went forthL
Who swiftly led him deep into the woodsM
That hung heap over heap like broken cloudsN
On Hebron s southern terraces when loO
Across a glade a stately pile he sawP
With gleaming front and many pillared porchQ
Fretted with sculptured vinage flowers and fruitR
And carven figures wrought with wondrous artS
As by some Phidian handT
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But interposedT
For a wide space in front and belting allU
The splendid structure with a finer graceV
A glowing garden smiled its breezes boreW
Airs as from paradise so rich the scentT
That breathed from shrubs and flowers and fair the growthsX
Of higher verdure gemm d with silver bloomsY
Which glassed themselves in fountains gleaming lightT
Each like a shield of pearlZ
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Within the hallsA2
Strange splendour met the rabbi s careless eyesB2
Halls wonderful in their magnificanceB2
With pictured walls and columns gleaming whiteT
Like Carmel s snow or blue veined as with lifeC2
Through corridors he passed with tissues hungD2
Inwrought with threaded gold by Sidon s artT
Or rich as sunset clouds with Tyrian dyeB
Past lofty chambers where the gorgeous gleamE2
Of jewels and the stain d radianceB2
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Of golden lamps showed many a treasure rareF2
Of Indian and Armenian workmanshipG2
Which might have seemed a wonder of the worldT
And trains of servitors of every climeE2
Greeks Persians Indians EthiopiansB2
In richest raiment thronged the spacious hallsB2
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The page led on the rabbi following closeB2
And reached a still and distant chamber whereF2
In more than orient pomp and dazzling allU
The else unrivalled splendour of the restT
A queenly woman lay so beautifulH2
That though upon her moon bright visage painI2
And langour like eclipsing shadows gloomedT
The rabbi s aged heart with tremor thrilledT
Then o er her face a hectic colour passedT
Only to leave that pallor which portendsB2
The nearness of the tombE2
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From youth to ageJ2
The rabbi Joseph still had sought in herbsB2
And minerals the virtues they possessB2
And now of his medicaments he choseB2
What seemed most needful in her sore estateT
Alas not these the dying woman saidT
A malady like mine thou canst not cureK2
Tis fatal as the funeral march of TimeE2
But that I might at length discharge my mindT
Of a dread secret that hath been to meE2
An ever haunting and most ghostly fearL2
Darkening my whole life like an ominous cloudT
And which must end it ere the morning comeE2
Therefore did I entreat thy presence hereM2
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The rabbi answered If indeed it standT
Within my power to serve thee speak at onceB2
All that thy heart would say But if tis vainI2
If this thy sin hath any mortal taintT
Forbear O woman to acquaint my soulN2
With aught that could thenceforth with horror chaseB2
The memory of a man of IsraelH2
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I am she said the daughter of thy friendT
Rabbi Ben Bachai be his memory blestT
Once at thy side a laughing child I playedT
I married with an Arab Prince a manO2
Of lofty lineage one of Ishmael s raceB2
Not great in gear Behold st thou this abodeT
Did ever yet the tent born Arab buildT
Thus for his pride or pleasure See st thouP2
These riches An no Such were ne er amassedT
By the grey desert s wild and wandering sonC
Deadly the game by which I won them allU
And with a burning bitterness at bestT
Have I enjoyed them And how gladly nowP2
Would I too late forego them all to mendT
My broken peace with a repentant heedT
In abject povertyE2
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She ceased and layG
Calm in her loveliness with dreamy looksB2
Roaming perhaps in thought the fateful pastT
Then suddenly her beauteous countenance grewQ2
Bedimm d and drear then dark with mortal pangsB2
While fierce convulsions shook her tortured frameE2
And from her foaming lips such words o erranP2
That rabbi Joseph sank upon his kneesB2
And bowed his head a space in horror downP2
While ardent pitying prayers for her great woeO
Rose from his soul when lo The woman s faceB2
Was cloudless as a summer heaven The lateT
Dark brow was bright the late pale cheek suffusedT
With roseate bloom and wondrous more than allU
Here weary eyes were changed to splendours nowP2
That shot electric influence and her lipsB2
Were full and crimson curled with stormy prideT
The doubting rabbi stood in wild amazeB2
To see the dying woman bold and fierceB2
In bright audacity of passion s powerR2
These are the common changes then she saidT
Of the fell ailment that with torments strangeS2
Which search my deepest life is tearing upT2
The dark foundations of my mortal stateT
And sinking all its structures hour by hourR2
Into the dust of death For nothing nowP2
Is left me but to meet my nearing doomE2
As best I may in silent sufferingU2
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Then as he heard her words and saw her faceB2
The rabbi in his wisdom knew some strongE
Indwelling evil spirit troubled herR2
And straighway for an unction sent wherewithP2
The famous ancestor whose name he boreW
Herod the Great s chief hakim had expelledT
The daemon haunter of the dying kingU2
With this he touched her forehead and her eyesB2
And all her finger tips Forthwith he madeT
Within a consecrated crucibleH2
A fire of citron wood and cinnamonP2
Then splashed the flames with incense mingling allU
With the strong influence of fervent prayerF2
And as the smoke arose he bowed her headT
Into its coils that so she might inhaleV2
Its salutary odour till the fiendT
That dwelt within her should be exorcisedT
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Her face once more grew pale with pain she writhedT
In burning torment uttering many wordsB2
Of most unhallowed meaning Yet her eyesB2
Were fixed the while and motionless her lipsB2
Whereby the rabbi certainly perceivedT
Twas not the woman of herself that spakeW2
But the dread spirit that possessed her soulN2
And thus it cried aloudT
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Part IIB
WHY am I here in this my last resortT
Perturbed with incense and anointings WhyB
Compelled to listen to the sound of prayersB2
That smite me through as with the fire of GodT
O pain pain pain Is not this chamber fullX2
Of the implacable stern punishersB2
Full of avenging angels holding eachY2
A scourge of thunder in his potent handT
Ready to lighten forth And then thus armedT
For ever chase and wound us as we flyB
Nor end with this but in each wound they makeW2
Pour venom sweltered from that tree As gardT
Whose deadly shadow in its blackness fallsB2
Over the lake of everlasting doomE2
Five hundred years ago I who thus speakZ2
Was an Egyptian of the splendid courtT
Of Ptolemy Philadelphus To the topA3
Of mountainous power though roughened with unrestT
And girt with dangers as with thunder cloudsB2
Had I resolved by all resorts to climbE2
By truth and falsehood right and wrong alikeB3
And I did climb Then firmly built in powerR2
Second alone to my imperial lord sB2
I crowned with its impunity my lustT
Of beauty sowing broadcast everywhereF2
Such sensual baits wide round me as should lureK2
Through pleasure or through interest entrapC3
The fairest daughters of the land and loO
Their lustrous eyes surcharged with passionate lightT
The chambers of my harem But at lengthP2
Wearied of these though sweet I set my heartT
On riches heaped to such a fabulous sumE2
As never one man s hoard in all the worldT
Might match and to acquire them steeped my lifeC2
In every public every private wrongE
In lies frauds secret murders till at lD3

Charles Harpur



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