The Garden. (from Gilbert) Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABCBDEFE GHIHJHKH ELMJNLHL OPHPQKRK STUTVHWH XYPYZA2B2A2 C2EHED2HE2H F2HG2HHH2HH2 HHHHI2ZHZ PJ2HJ2HSK2S L2M2N2O2PP2HP2 Q2R2HS2T2ZA2Z WU2HU2HV2HV2 W2HTHX2Y2HY2 PZ2HZ2A2HPH HEN2A3YB3C3A2| Above the city hung the moon | A |
| Right o'er a plot of ground | B |
| Where flowers and orchard trees were fenced | C |
| With lofty walls around | B |
| 'Twas Gilbert's garden there to night | D |
| Awhile he walked alone | E |
| And tired with sedentary toil | F |
| Mused where the moonlight shone | E |
| - | |
| This garden in a city heart | G |
| Lay still as houseless wild | H |
| Though many windowed mansion fronts | I |
| Were round it closely piled | H |
| But thick their walls and those within | J |
| Lived lives by noise unstirred | H |
| Like wafting of an angel's wing | K |
| Time's flight by them was heard | H |
| - | |
| Some soft piano notes alone | E |
| Were sweet as faintly given | L |
| Where ladies doubtless cheered the hearth | M |
| With song that winter even | J |
| The city's many mingled sounds | N |
| Rose like the hum of ocean | L |
| They rather lulled the heart than roused | H |
| Its pulse to faster motion | L |
| - | |
| Gilbert has paced the single walk | O |
| An hour yet is not weary | P |
| And though it be a winter night | H |
| He feels nor cold nor dreary | P |
| The prime of life is in his veins | Q |
| And sends his blood fast flowing | K |
| And Fancy's fervour warms the thoughts | R |
| Now in his bosom glowing | K |
| - | |
| Those thoughts recur to early love | S |
| Or what he love would name | T |
| Though haply Gilbert's secret deeds | U |
| Might other title claim | T |
| Such theme not oft his mind absorbs | V |
| He to the world clings fast | H |
| And too much for the present lives | W |
| To linger o'er the past | H |
| - | |
| But now the evening's deep repose | X |
| Has glided to his soul | Y |
| That moonlight falls on Memory | P |
| And shows her fading scroll | Y |
| One name appears in every line | Z |
| The gentle rays shine o'er | A2 |
| And still he smiles and still repeats | B2 |
| That one name Elinor | A2 |
| - | |
| There is no sorrow in his smile | C2 |
| No kindness in his tone | E |
| The triumph of a selfish heart | H |
| Speaks coldly there alone | E |
| He says She loved me more than life | D2 |
| And truly it was sweet | H |
| To see so fair a woman kneel | E2 |
| In bondage at my feet | H |
| - | |
| There was a sort of quiet bliss | F2 |
| To be so deeply loved | H |
| To gaze on trembling eagerness | G2 |
| And sit myself unmoved | H |
| And when it pleased my pride to grant | H |
| At last some rare caress | H2 |
| To feel the fever of that hand | H |
| My fingers deigned to press | H2 |
| - | |
| 'Twas sweet to see her strive to hide | H |
| What every glance revealed | H |
| Endowed the while with despot might | H |
| Her destiny to wield | H |
| I knew myself no perfect man | I2 |
| Nor as she deemed divine | Z |
| I knew that I was glorious but | H |
| By her reflected shine | Z |
| - | |
| Her youth her native energy | P |
| Her powers new born and fresh | J2 |
| 'Twas these with Godhead sanctified | H |
| My sensual frame of flesh | J2 |
| Yet like a god did I descend | H |
| At last to meet her love | S |
| And like a god I then withdrew | K2 |
| To my own heaven above | S |
| - | |
| And never more could she invoke | L2 |
| My presence to her sphere | M2 |
| No prayer no plaint no cry of hers | N2 |
| Could win my awful ear | O2 |
| I knew her blinded constancy | P |
| Would ne'er my deeds betray | P2 |
| And calm in conscience whole in heart | H |
| I went my tranquil way | P2 |
| - | |
| Yet sometimes I still feel a wish | Q2 |
| The fond and flattering pain | R2 |
| Of passion's anguish to create | H |
| In her young breast again | S2 |
| Bright was the lustre of her eyes | T2 |
| When they caught fire from mine | Z |
| If I had power this very hour | A2 |
| Again I'd light their shine | Z |
| - | |
| But where she is or how she lives | W |
| I have no clue to know | U2 |
| I've heard she long my absence pined | H |
| And left her home in woe | U2 |
| But busied then in gathering gold | H |
| As I am busied now | V2 |
| I could not turn from such pursuit | H |
| To weep a broken vow | V2 |
| - | |
| Nor could I give to fatal risk | W2 |
| The fame I ever prized | H |
| Even now I fear that precious fame | T |
| Is too much compromised | H |
| An inward trouble dims his eye | X2 |
| Some riddle he would solve | Y2 |
| Some method to unloose a knot | H |
| His anxious thoughts revolve | Y2 |
| - | |
| He pensive leans against a tree | P |
| A leafy evergreen | Z2 |
| The boughs the moonlight intercept | H |
| And hide him like a screen | Z2 |
| He starts the tree shakes with his tremor | A2 |
| Yet nothing near him pass'd | H |
| He hurries up the garden alley | P |
| In strangely sudden haste | H |
| - | |
| With shaking hand he lifts the latchet | H |
| Steps o'er the threshold stone | E |
| The heavy door slips from his fingers | N2 |
| It shuts and he is gone | A3 |
| What touched transfixed appalled his soul | Y |
| A nervous thought no more | B3 |
| 'Twill sink like stone in placid pool | C3 |
| And calm close smoothly o'er | A2 |
Charlotte Bronte
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