The House Of Dust: Part 02: 07: Two Lovers: Overtones Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABCDCEFGGG GCHHGGIJIJKGGG LL MCICMMNGGGG GOGO GDGIG PQQRRISTUU VWGR XGAG XXGGG| Two lovers here at the corner by the steeple | A |
| Two lovers blow together like music blowing | B |
| And the crowd dissolves about them like a sea | C |
| Recurring waves of sound break vaguely about them | D |
| They drift from wall to wall from tree to tree | C |
| 'Well am I late ' Upward they look and laugh | E |
| They look at the great clock's golden hands | F |
| They laugh and talk not knowing what they say | G |
| Only their words like music seem to play | G |
| And seeming to walk they tread strange sarabands | G |
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| 'I brought you this ' the soft words float like stars | G |
| Down the smooth heaven of her memory | C |
| She stands again by a garden wall | H |
| The peach tree is in bloom pink blossoms fall | H |
| Water sings from an opened tap the bees | G |
| Glisten and murmur among the trees | G |
| Someone calls from the house She does not answer | I |
| Backward she leans her head | J |
| And dreamily smiles at the peach tree leaves wherethrough | I |
| She sees an infinite May sky spread | J |
| A vault profoundly blue | K |
| The voice from the house fades far away | G |
| The glistening leaves more vaguely ripple and sway | G |
| The tap is closed the water ceases to hiss | G |
| Silence blue sky and then 'I brought you this ' | - |
| She turns again and smiles He does not know | L |
| She smiles from long ago | L |
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| She turns to him and smiles Sunlight above him | M |
| Roars like a vast invisible sea | C |
| Gold is beaten before him shrill bells of silver | I |
| He is released of weight his body is free | C |
| He lifts his arms to swim | M |
| Dark years like sinister tides coil under him | M |
| The lazy sea waves crumble along the beach | N |
| With a whirring sound like wind in bells | G |
| He lies outstretched on the yellow wind worn sands | G |
| Reaching his lazy hands | G |
| Among the golden grains and sea white shells | G |
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| 'One white rose or is it pink to day ' | - |
| They pause and smile not caring what they say | G |
| If only they may talk | O |
| The crowd flows past them like dividing waters | G |
| Dreaming they stand dreaming they walk | O |
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| 'Pink mdash to day ' mdash Face turns to dream bright face | G |
| Green leaves rise round them sunshine settles upon them | D |
| Water in drops of silver falls from the rose | G |
| She smiles at a face that smiles through leaves from the mirror | I |
| She breathes the fragrance her dark eyes close | G |
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| Time is dissolved it blows like a little dust | P |
| Time like a flurry of rain | Q |
| Patters and passes starring the window pane | Q |
| Once long ago one night | R |
| She saw the lightning with long blue quiver of light | R |
| Ripping the darkness and as she turned in terror | I |
| A soft face leaned above her leaned softly down | S |
| Softly around her a breath of roses was blown | T |
| She sank in waves of quiet she seemed to float | U |
| In a sea of silence and soft steps grew remote | U |
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| 'Well let us walk in the park The sun is warm | V |
| We'll sit on a bench and talk ' They turn and glide | W |
| The crowd of faces wavers and breaks and flows | G |
| 'Look how the oak tops turn to gold in the sunlight | R |
| Look how the tower is changed and glows ' | - |
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| Two lovers move in the crowd like a link of music | X |
| We press upon them we hold them and let them pass | G |
| A chord of music strikes us and straight we tremble | A |
| We tremble like wind blown grass | G |
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| What was this dream we had a dream of music | X |
| Music that rose from the opening earth like magic | X |
| And shook its beauty upon us and died away | G |
| The long cold streets extend once more before us | G |
| The red sun drops the walls grow grey | G |
Conrad Potter Aiken
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