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Dante At Verona Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

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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

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