Sonnets Lvi:lvii: Lviii: True Woman Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: A BCDBBDDBEFEFFE G GHIJJIIKLMMLLL N BOOBBOOBDPQDLL| I HERSELF | A |
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| To be a sweetness more desired than Spring | B |
| A bodily beauty more acceptable | C |
| Than the wild rose tree's arch that crowns the fell | D |
| To be an essence more environing | B |
| Than wine's drained juice a music ravishing | B |
| More than the passionate pulse of Philomel | D |
| To be all this 'neath one soft bosom's swell | D |
| That is the flower of life how strange a thing | B |
| How strange a thing to be what Man can know | E |
| But as a sacred secret Heaven's own screen | F |
| Hides her soul's purest depth and loveliest glow | E |
| Closely withheld as all things most unseen | F |
| The wave bowered pearl the heart shaped seal of green | F |
| That flecks the snowdrop underneath the snow | E |
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| II HER LOVE | G |
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| She loves him for her infinite soul is Love | G |
| And he her lodestar Passion in her is | H |
| A glass facing his fire where the bright bliss | I |
| Is mirrored and the heat returned Yet move | J |
| That glass a stranger's amorous flame to prove | J |
| And it shall turn by instant contraries | I |
| Ice to the moon while her pure fire to his | I |
| For whom it burns clings close i' the heart's alcove | K |
| Lo they are one With wifely breast to breast | L |
| And circling arms she welcomes all command | M |
| Of love her soul to answering ardours fann'd | M |
| Yet as morn springs or twilight sinks to rest | L |
| Ah who shall say she deems not loveliest | L |
| The hour of sisterly sweet hand in hand | L |
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| III HER HEAVEN | N |
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| If to grow old in Heaven is to grow young | B |
| As the Seer saw and said then blest were he | O |
| With youth for evermore whose heaven should be | O |
| True Woman she whom these weak notes have sung | B |
| Here and hereafter choir strains of her tongue | B |
| Sky spaces of her eyes sweet signs that flee | O |
| About her soul's immediate sanctuary | O |
| Were Paradise all uttermost worlds among | B |
| The sunrise blooms and withers on the hill | D |
| Like any hillflower and the noblest troth | P |
| Dies here to dust Yet shall Heaven's promise clothe | Q |
| Even yet those lovers who have cherished still | D |
| This test for love in every kiss sealed fast | L |
| To feel the first kiss and forebode the last | L |
Dante Gabriel Rossetti
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