Dante At Verona Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: AAABBACCDEEFGGHAAHII JKKJLLJJJMNNOKKOPAJJ JJAAJQQJRRGJJGAAJJJJ SSLJJLTTKAAKAAJJJJKK OUUOAAVAAVJJWJJWAAXN QXAAYAAYKKJAAJJJZA2A 2ZJJB2C2UD2AAAAAAKKM KKMJJWJJWKKJMMJAAGJJ GWWJKKJJJE2SSIJJAF2F 2AGG2JJJMJJJAAJNNJZZ JC2C2AZZAJJJAAJJJJJJ JAAA2AAA2JJJ| Behold even I even I am Beatrice | A |
| Div Com Purg xxx | A |
| OF Florence and of Beatrice | A |
| Servant and singer from of old | B |
| O'er Dante's heart in youth had toll'd | B |
| The knell that gave his Lady peace | A |
| And now in manhood flew the dart | C |
| Wherewith his City pierced his heart | C |
| Yet if his Lady's home above | D |
| Was Heaven on earth she filled his soul | E |
| And if his City held control | E |
| To cast the body forth to rove | F |
| The soul could soar from earth's vain throng | G |
| And Heaven and Hell fulfil the song | G |
| Follow his feet's appointed way | H |
| But little light we find that clears | A |
| The darkness of the exiled years | A |
| Follow his spirit's journey nay | H |
| What fires are blent what winds are blown | I |
| On paths his feet may tread alone | I |
| Yet of the twofold life he led | J |
| In chainless thought and fettered will | K |
| Some glimpses reach us somewhat still | K |
| Of the steep stairs and bitter bread | J |
| Of the soul's quest whose stern avow | L |
| For years had made him haggard now | L |
| Alas the Sacred Song whereto | J |
| Both heaven and earth had set their hand | J |
| Not only at Fame's gate did stand | J |
| Knocking to claim the passage through | M |
| But toiled to ope that heavier door | N |
| Which Florence shut for evermore | N |
| Shall not his birth's baptismal Town | O |
| One last high presage yet fulfil | K |
| And at that font in Florence still | K |
| His forehead take the laurel crown | O |
| O God or shall dead souls deny | P |
| The undying soul its prophecy | A |
| Aye 'tis their hour Not yet forgot | J |
| The bitter words he spoke that day | J |
| When for some great charge far away | J |
| Her rulers his acceptance sought | J |
| And if I go who stays so rose | A |
| His scorn and if I stay who goes | A |
| Lo thou art gone now and we stay | J |
| The curled lips mutter and no star | Q |
| Is from thy mortal path so far | Q |
| As streets where childhood knew the way | J |
| To Heaven and Hell thy feet may win | R |
| But thine own house they come not in | R |
| Therefore the loftier rose the song | G |
| To touch the secret things of God | J |
| The deeper pierced the hate that trod | J |
| On base men's track who wrought the wrong | G |
| Till the soul's effluence came to be | A |
| Its own exceeding agony | A |
| Arriving only to depart | J |
| From court to court from land to land | J |
| Like flame within the naked hand | J |
| His body bore his burning heart | J |
| That still on Florence strove to bring | S |
| God's fire for a burnt offering | S |
| Even such was Dante's mood when now | L |
| Mocked for long years with Fortune's sport | J |
| He dwelt at yet another court | J |
| There where Verona's knee did bow | L |
| And her voice hailed with all acclaim | T |
| Can Grande della Scala's name | T |
| As that lord's kingly guest awhile | K |
| His life we follow through the days | A |
| Which walked in exile's barren ways | A |
| The nights which still beneath one smile | K |
| Heard through all spheres one song increase | A |
| Even I even I am Beatrice | A |
| At Can La Scala's court no doubt | J |
| Due reverence did his steps attend | J |
| The ushers on his path would bend | J |
| At ingoing as at going out | J |
| The penmen waited on his call | K |
| At council board the grooms in hall | K |
| And pages hushed their laughter down | O |
| And gay squires stilled the merry stir | U |
| When he passed up the dais chamber | U |
| With set brows lordlier than a frown | O |
| And tire maids hidden among these | A |
| Drew close their loosened bodices | A |
| Perhaps the priests exact to span | V |
| All God's circumference if at whiles | A |
| They found him wandering in their aisles | A |
| Grudged ghostly greeting to the man | V |
| By whom though not of ghostly guild | J |
| With Heaven and Hell men's hearts were fill'd | J |
| And the court poets he forsooth | W |
| A whole world's poet strayed to court | J |
| Had for his scorn their hate's retort | J |
| He'd meet them flushed with easy youth | W |
| Hot on their errands Like noon flies | A |
| They vexed him in the ears and eyes | A |
| But at this court peace still must wrench | X |
| Her chaplet from the teeth of war | N |
| By day they held high watch afar | Q |
| At night they cried across the trench | X |
| And still in Dante's path the fierce | A |
| Gaunt soldiers wrangled o'er their spears | A |
| But vain seemed all the strength to him | Y |
| As golden convoys sunk at sea | A |
| Whose wealth might root out penury | A |
| Because it was not limb with limb | Y |
| Knit like his heart strings round the wall | K |
| Of Florence that ill pride might fall | K |
| Yet in the tiltyard when the dust | J |
| Cleared from the sundered press of knights | A |
| Ere yet again it swoops and smites | A |
| He almost deemed his longing must | J |
| Find force to yield that multitude | J |
| And hurl that strength the way he would | J |
| How should he move them fame and gain | Z |
| On all hands calling them at strife | A2 |
| He still might find but his one life | A2 |
| To give by Florence counted vain | Z |
| One heart the false hearts made her doubt | J |
| One voice she heard once and cast out | J |
| Oh if his Florence could but come | B2 |
| A lily sceptred damsel fair | C2 |
| As her own Giotto painted her | U |
| On many shields and gates at home | D2 |
| A lady crowned at a soft pace | A |
| Riding the lists round to the dais | A |
| Till where Can Grande rules the lists | A |
| As young as Truth as calm as Force | A |
| She draws her rein now while her horse | A |
| Bows at the turn of the white wrists | A |
| And when each knight within his stall | K |
| Gives ear she speaks and tells them all | K |
| All the foul tale truth sworn untrue | M |
| And falsehood's triumph All the tale | K |
| Great God and must she not prevail | K |
| To fire them ere they heard it through | M |
| And hand achieve ere heart could rest | J |
| That high adventure of her quest | J |
| How would his Florence lead them forth | W |
| Her bridle ringing as she went | J |
| And at the last within her tent | J |
| 'Neath golden lilies worship worth | W |
| How queenly would she bend the while | K |
| And thank the victors with her smile | K |
| Also her lips should turn his way | J |
| And murmur O thou tried and true | M |
| With whom I wept the long years through | M |
| What shall it profit if I say | J |
| Thee I remember Nay through thee | A |
| All ages shall remember me | A |
| Peace Dante peace The task is long | G |
| The time wears short to compass it | J |
| Within thine heart such hopes may flit | J |
| And find a voice in deathless song | G |
| But lo as children of man's earth | W |
| Those hopes are dead before their birth | W |
| Fame tells us that Verona's court | J |
| Was a fair place The feet might still | K |
| Wander for ever at their will | K |
| In many ways of sweet resort | J |
| And still in many a heart around | J |
| The Poet's name due honour found | J |
| Watch we his steps He comes upon | E2 |
| The women at their palm playing | S |
| The conduits round the gardens sing | S |
| And meet in scoops of milk white stone | I |
| Where wearied damsels rest and hold | J |
| Their hands in the wet spurt of gold | J |
| One of whom knowing well that he | A |
| By some found stern was mild with them | F2 |
| Would run and pluck his garment's hem | F2 |
| Saying Messer Dante pardon me | A |
| Praying that they might hear the song | G |
| Which first of all he made when young | G2 |
| Donne che avete Thereunto | J |
| Thus would he murmur having first | J |
| Drawn near the fountain while she nurs'd | J |
| His hand against her side a few | M |
| Sweet words and scarcely those half said | J |
| Then turned and changed and bowed his head | J |
| For then the voice said in his heart | J |
| Even I even I am Beatrice | A |
| And his whole life would yearn to cease | A |
| Till having reached his room apart | J |
| Beyond vast lengths of palace floor | N |
| He drew the arras round his door | N |
| At such times Dante thou hast set | J |
| Thy forehead to the painted pane | Z |
| Full oft I know and if the rain | Z |
| Smote it outside her fingers met | J |
| Thy brow and if the sun fell there | C2 |
| Her breath was on thy face and hair | C2 |
| Then weeping I think certainly | A |
| Thou hast beheld past sight of eyne | Z |
| Within another room of thine | Z |
| Where now thy body may not be | A |
| But where in thought thou still remain'st | J |
| A window often wept against | J |
| The window thou a youth hast sought | J |
| Flushed in the limpid eventime | A |
| Ending with daylight the day's rhyme | A |
| Of her where oftenwhiles her thought | J |
| Held thee the lamp untrimmed to write | J |
| In joy through the blue lapse of night | J |
| At Can La Scala's court no doubt | J |
| Guests seldom wept It was brave sport | J |
| No doubt at Can La Scala's court | J |
| Within the palace and without | J |
| Where music set to madrigals | A |
| Loitered all day through groves and halls | A |
| Because Can Grande of his life | A2 |
| Had not had six and twenty years | A |
| As yet And when the chroniclers | A |
| Tell you of that Vicenza strife | A2 |
| And of strifes elsewhere you must not | J |
| Conceive for church sooth he had got | J |
| Just nothing in his wits but | J |
Dante Gabriel Rossetti
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