The Letter. Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABACDEDEFGFG HIHIJKJKLMLM NONOPQPQIRIR SDSDTUTUVWVW MXMYZHZHA2XB2X C2DC2DD2E2D2E2F2G2F2 G2 H2ZH2ZI2J2I2K2L2WM2WWhat is she writing Watch her now | A |
How fast her fingers move | B |
How eagerly her youthful brow | A |
Is bent in thought above | C |
Her long curls drooping shade the light | D |
She puts them quick aside | E |
Nor knows that band of crystals bright | D |
Her hasty touch untied | E |
It slips adown her silken dress | F |
Falls glittering at her feet | G |
Unmarked it falls for she no less | F |
Pursues her labour sweet | G |
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The very loveliest hour that shines | H |
Is in that deep blue sky | I |
The golden sun of June declines | H |
It has not caught her eye | I |
The cheerful lawn and unclosed gate | J |
The white road far away | K |
In vain for her light footsteps wait | J |
She comes not forth to day | K |
There is an open door of glass | L |
Close by that lady's chair | M |
From thence to slopes of messy grass | L |
Descends a marble stair | M |
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Tall plants of bright and spicy bloom | N |
Around the threshold grow | O |
Their leaves and blossoms shade the room | N |
From that sun's deepening glow | O |
Why does she not a moment glance | P |
Between the clustering flowers | Q |
And mark in heaven the radiant dance | P |
Of evening's rosy hours | Q |
O look again Still fixed her eye | I |
Unsmiling earnest still | R |
And fast her pen and fingers fly | I |
Urged by her eager will | R |
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Her soul is in th'absorbing task | S |
To whom then doth she write | D |
Nay watch her still more closely ask | S |
Her own eyes' serious light | D |
Where do they turn as now her pen | T |
Hangs o'er th'unfinished line | U |
Whence fell the tearful gleam that then | T |
Did in their dark spheres shine | U |
The summer parlour looks so dark | V |
When from that sky you turn | W |
And from th'expanse of that green park | V |
You scarce may aught discern | W |
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Yet o'er the piles of porcelain rare | M |
O'er flower stand couch and vase | X |
Sloped as if leaning on the air | M |
One picture meets the gaze | Y |
'Tis there she turns you may not see | Z |
Distinct what form defines | H |
The clouded mass of mystery | Z |
Yon broad gold frame confines | H |
But look again inured to shade | A2 |
Your eyes now faintly trace | X |
A stalwart form a massive head | B2 |
A firm determined face | X |
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Black Spanish locks a sunburnt cheek | C2 |
A brow high broad and white | D |
Where every furrow seems to speak | C2 |
Of mind and moral might | D |
Is that her god I cannot tell | D2 |
Her eye a moment met | E2 |
Th'impending picture then it fell | D2 |
Darkened and dimmed and wet | E2 |
A moment more her task is done | F2 |
And sealed the letter lies | G2 |
And now towards the setting sun | F2 |
She turns her tearful eyes | G2 |
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Those tears flow over wonder not | H2 |
For by the inscription see | Z |
In what a strange and distant spot | H2 |
Her heart of hearts must be | Z |
Three seas and many a league of land | I2 |
That letter must pass o'er | J2 |
Ere read by him to whose loved hand | I2 |
'Tis sent from England's shore | K2 |
Remote colonial wilds detain | L2 |
Her husband loved though stern | W |
She 'mid that smiling English scene | M2 |
Weeps for his wished return | W |
Charlotte Bronte
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