The Letter Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

Rhyme Scheme: ABACDEDEFGFG HIHIJKJKLMLM NONOPQPQIRIR SDSDTUTUVWVW MXMYZHZHA2XB2X C2DC2DD2E2D2E2F2G2F2 G2 H2ZH2ZI2J2I2K2L2WM2W

WHAT is she writing Watch her nowA
How fast her fingers moveB
How eagerly her youthful browA
Is bent in thought aboveC
Her long curls drooping shade the lightD
She puts them quick asideE
Nor knows that band of crystals brightD
Her hasty touch untiedE
It slips adown her silken dressF
Falls glittering at her feetG
Unmarked it falls for she no lessF
Pursues her labour sweetG
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The very loveliest hour that shinesH
Is in that deep blue skyI
The golden sun of June declinesH
It has not caught her eyeI
The cheerful lawn and unclosed gateJ
The white road far awayK
In vain for her light footsteps waitJ
She comes not forth to dayK
There is an open door of glassL
Close by that lady's chairM
From thence to slopes of mossy grassL
Descends a marble stairM
-
Tall plants of bright and spicy bloomN
Around the threshold growO
Their leaves and blossoms shade the roomN
From that sun's deepening glowO
Why does she not a moment glanceP
Between the clustering flowersQ
And mark in heaven the radiant danceP
Of evening's rosy hoursQ
O look again Still fixed her eyeI
Unsmiling earnest stillR
And fast her pen and fingers flyI
Urged by her eager willR
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Her soul is in th' absorbing taskS
To whom then doth she writeD
Nay watch her still more closely askS
Her own eyes' serious lightD
Where do they turn as now her penT
Hangs o'er th' unfinished lineU
Whence fell the tearful gleam that thenT
Did in their dark spheres shineU
The summer parlour looks so darkV
When from that sky you turnW
And from th' expanse of that green parkV
You scarce may aught discernW
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Yet o'er the piles of porcelain rareM
O'er flower stand couch and vaseX
Sloped as if leaning on the airM
One picture meets the gazeY
'Tis there she turns you may not seeZ
Distinct what form definesH
The clouded mass of mysteryZ
Yon broad gold frame confinesH
But look again inured to shadeA2
Your eyes now faintly traceX
A stalwart form a massive headB2
A firm determined faceX
-
Black Spanish locks a sunburnt cheekC2
A brow high broad and whiteD
Where every furrow seems to speakC2
Of mind and moral mightD
Is that her god I cannot tellD2
Her eye a moment metE2
Th' impending picture then it fellD2
Darkened and dimmed and wetE2
A moment more her task is doneF2
And sealed the letter liesG2
And now towards the setting sunF2
She turns her tearful eyesG2
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Those tears flow over wonder notH2
For by the inscription seeZ
In what a strange and distant spotH2
Her heart of hearts must beZ
Three seas and many a league of landI2
That letter must pass o'erJ2
E'er read by him to whose loved handI2
'Tis sent from England's shoreK2
Remote colonial wilds detainL2
Her husband loved though sternW
She 'mid that smiling English sceneM2
Weeps for his wished returnW

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